Night Shift

Design by Yuen Ning Chang

Only at night do I see you.

Only in damp soil, writhing

beneath stones. Only 

after the sun sinks into

the day. Only when 

we are feeding within 

bones, embedded in 

the marrow. Only after the cry,

mama, when the monsters lift

their gruesome heads out 

from under the bed, mama. Only

the monsters in the bed, and the

tug of their teeth at my breast. 

Only at the precipice of

perversion––it’s basalt and 

it crumbles to you.

You nightmare.

You madness.

You murder.

You death.

You, death.

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