Nightmares

I used to be afraid to close my eyes at night, but lately I don’t want to open them, for the nightmares have slipped outside my dreams and into the daylight, and the monsters don’t disappear beneath the covers anymore.  My head is filled with the voices of the skeletons left in my closet, echoing the inescapable truths I’ve tried to bury.  But the graves grow restless, calling out my name, telling me to come home.

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