Skeletons creep from closet to closet,
creeping, scurrying,
climbing up walls and
clambering through windows.

Slipping inside then silence seeps
into the sleeper
sinking deep, then deeper.

A tumult of tiny terrors,
common horrors,
minutiae fears in miniature.

Everyone a skeleton behind
someone else’s door.

A world full of monsters,
watching through the cracks
of creaking bedroom furniture.