Day 55: (day 52)edited into a villanelle, minus the rhyme scheme

Megan is the absence of light

and "when it is dark enough you can see the scars"

she is boogymen at midnight

drams of twilight

sleeps anxious on her toes

Megan is the absence of light

there is death in her eyes

you would think her tears taste like caskets

she is boogymen at midnight

stripped leather

she smells like highway boarder crossing runaways

Megan is the absence of light

tastes like bravery

but only the kind that follows fear

she is boogymen at midnight

but she is not darkness

she has not decided

Megan is the absence of light

boogymen at midnight