Literature
Little Levi
The corner opposite mummy’s bed Is darker than the ceiling of the underground. There I sit, hands clasping around knees Tightly, for hours and hours, staring At the figures passing by the doorless entrance, None of them stopping. The floor is the palm of a great hand; Cool and steady, it holds me silently. The shadows are a blanket of soft endless layers. I am safe here. I am safe Until I remember mummy lying In the other corner, eyes closed, lips open. Dim ghostly light creeps over mummy’s Face, brushes over the pale blankets That cover mummy’s feet. But I must be safe here, I am safe in my dark corner.