My veins pulse as if they were their own beating heart

Rocks roll onto their smoothest edge to stab at my soles

Moonbeams stronger than my own flashlight guides my way

Under the protection of night another world exists

Here with shadows watching atop their perch

At the flash of headlights they distort into the walls

In false pictures dreamt up inside the grooves of popcorn ceilings

I spend the night looking to the sky for silent and empty answers

Catching extra oxygen from an open window filled with still air

Whispering of crickets and rambling of desperate moths

Consume the stiff yet growing summertime humidity

At the flash of a porchlight I fall back into the walls and distorted hands