when the laughter and all the talks we’ve had melt away
when all the voices and bodies are no longer near enough to touch
when all i’ve left is this
i start to think.
this is when the monsters i forcefully hide start to surface
they wink and they grimace
while they crawl fast around my head.
come to me again.
Photo: ©Jules Lefebvre, Allégorie de la Victoire (19th century)