Uncertanity

 Religiously,

the sunsets.

In the kitchen,

my pots wrestle.

Family gathers,

the tables are set.

Feast’s served

dishes washed.

Children!

Retire to their beds

bedtime stories are read

tucked in,

 they vanish in dreamland.

Couples,

Each to their rooms.

Doors closed,

sheets twixt

they copulate.

 

3am, the devil’s hour,

in my chamber.

He tips toes.

I can’t scream,

he holds a death threat.

Like a betrothed,

he eats from my plate.

Disentangle the devil in me,

it’s not right but I’m human.

To him,

my dignity is lost.

Albeit the hardships,

I brave the night.

 Without conviction, I wait;

 for the morning sun!

         c.nitah398