2:00 am,
The shadows
Begin to attack
Like clockwork

The shapes in my mind
Project themselves
to nightmares;
Even wide awake

the silhouettes of
the most
terrifying
demons I own

I cast a whimper
Of light from the
Most terrified
Parts of my being

But they are
Drowned out
By his
Memory

Him
The monster
in my systematic
“Fairytale” wreckage

Him
The words I
Dare not say
To stay whole

Him
The actions that
have already split
Me into fractions

When I look at you
All I can see is his
Shadow splayed
Across your face

Across
the walls
The ceiling
The floor

His voice echos
Through
The stairway
The hallway

I’m stuck in
His house
No matter
Where I live


I’m not afraid
Of the dark
Just the absence
Of life