I lie awake, my eyes fixed on the emptiness above,

searching for something in the shadows,

searching for answers




I am haunted by questions and accusations.

Like childhood monsters

they creep out of their hiding places

when my room is filled with darkness,

and the only sound is my heart




Out of the closet, out from under my bed,

out from the recesses of my mind they come,

bringing with them the ghosts of my past.


I shut my eyes tight, tell myself to sleep,

but can’t fight the growing panic within me

as the monsters growl,

demanding my attention

demanding my obsession

demanding my regret.


I lie awake, peering into the darkness

around me, peering into the darkness

within me. Sleep, like forgiveness

will not find me tonight.



Lisa L. Weber overthinks everything. Her work has appeared online at Anti-Heroin Chic, The Ginger Collect, Memoir Mixtapes, The Rag Queen Periodical, Burning House Press, and Rose Quartz Journal. Follow her on Twitter @LisaLermaWeber