Looking out,

is there something looking in?

I’d better go back,

was that a growl.

If it was day,

I’d see nothing but trees.

It’s all in my head.

Why did I come here?

Because I forgot the dark.

Like an expecting mother,

I forgot the sounds,

the loneliness.

I have to sleep,

to replace the fear.

something scratching?

Trying to get in?

If I run, it will see me,

tear me apart.

I dare not move.