Terrified, I cower in the darkest corner
shaking in my boots
this creeping unknown swallows me
a gift I didn’t ask to be given. Trembling
I open my eyes to the repeat of nothing
an errant branch scraping against a smooth windowpane
the shadow of the curtain whipping against a bare wall
is nothing
but what it was, it isn’t in the illumination of the light switch
mush less than my mind creates in the imagination of the dark
Nothing, But Itself
