Deep in the woods,disguised by splintered branches and the shadows they show me,I saw him.Torn tatters of my terror on the tip of my tongue,a scream that does not come,my destructive demons are back at the border to his world,and there has never been enough of my soul left to save me.I wait for him…

My mother doesn’t ask where I go at night,when the moon is high and healthy.She just asks that I put my clothes in a white vinegar bath when I arrive home. Nothing is said about torn wallpaper,and the entrails that trail along the carpet,to my bedroom,the scratches along the frame of the door where the…