The monsters that once crouched beneath
my bed now live behind my eyes softly speaking dread They’ve learned to wear my voice, I learned how to cling to every exhale each word that bruises spring.

They used to scratch and crawl the
wooden floor, but now they gnaw the
spaces I ignore. In daylight, they are quiet
veiled in murmurs yet come the dark
they bloom behind my eyes.

What do they...