093;
I know better than to stare into mirrors in the dark;
that's where the monsters hide,
tricking your brain into seeing demons
I move through my apartment in the dark
becoming nocturnal is an easy choice;
the daylight tames nightmares and personal demons -
I don't dream of her, no lingering smell of apples,
I don't dream of him, no taste of ashes in my mouth
it's a small reprieve,
one that I'm thankful for
