Poem For Evie (a lunatic) (Poetry)

The moon plagues her —
finds chinks in the curtains
winks behind trees —
the leaves shift their loose-knit veil
to let him see her soul

while she hides her eyes
creeps into cupboards
piles the darkness high between them
pretends she might be safe
against his searchlight beams.

He waits the whole night through —
growing paler — face hollowed out by dawn
she slides from her hidey-hole
still trembling — anxious — her hunted look
a mask carved clean by morning.