He said that monsters and hunters Occupied his room. Searching for him. Lurking in the shadows Of train tracks And construction sites. Is anybody really safe?
All I could do was Hold him. Each shiver Bubbling up on the surface Of his body Left me paralyzed.
Each clattering tooth Was a reminder Of the empty basements And windowless, doorless rooms I shivered in once Or twice.
I reminded him To let light linger In the shadows. Shivering ceased. The dark feels colder When you travel it alone.
A different version of my other poem, "Time of Glory."