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,