The shower's hot, steam rising up
I look in the mirror

And see the black crack of the door
growing silently, inch by inch

I'm home alone
It's probably being nudged by the wind

But I can't stop looking at it
I wipe the steam from the glass and peer through

It's creaking open so patiently-
I locked the doors when I got home, right?

I can't remember
The floors wince slightly outside the bathroom door

My heart and mind race
What can I use to defend myself? A bar of soap?

I start singing, children's songs, conjuring happy, simple beauty
I sing as loud as I can
I rip my eyes from the door

With my voice, I cast a web of brightness around myself to keep my demons at bay