In the dark
In the cold
In the sheets
I scroll through
The pictures

Pictures of words
Pictures of quotes
Pictures of people
Pictures of drawings
Pictures of memories
Picture after picture after picture

I scroll
Faster and faster and faster
Each swipe getting more vicious
Than the last
Until you could hear the tap
Of fingernails
On glass

The strange gripping
Sensation
Intensifying
With each flying
Image
Angrier and angrier
Annoyed and irritated
Frustrated and confused

Then I come to a stop
At a quote
A short one
By Stephen King
Small white font
On a pale blue-green wall

"Monsters are real,
Ghosts are real.
They live inside of us,
And sometimes,
They win"

And I know
This one
Already
Has