Security                           by Gillian Smith

Unicorns

with long spiral horns

are the least of your worries

princess,

when at any moment

night terrors:

a balding man with a sewn-up mouth or

the death-dark figure grabs

you by the shoulder;

when you're cooking breakfast,

when you're washing your face.

You will know what it means,

to look over your shoulder

in the bright custody of day,

unsure if what you saw

was what you saw.