The beasts I should say. Not just the shadows, but the hands and legs of unknown men.
The lights I should say. The steps between them where I live.
Beasts of burden in my mind and I walk with backward glances until my front door greets me. This time keys are buried. Guilty if I got caught here like this, with my breath caught.
Inside my darkness is different. The door closes and my shoulders lighten. Thinking becomes a joy again.