Stephanie Zultanky

Until morning

When I stop scrolling

to lie in a darkness with no stars,

the fear I feel isn’t

ghosts floating by my bedside

or monsters underneath,

not the bear, or even the man

next to me in the forest,

but, instead,

my very own mind, my thoughts

insistent, persistent, consistent,

stretched across the infinity

until morning.

Stephanie Zultanky holds an MA in writing that she has not used in a very long time. Way back at the beginning of this century, her poetry was published in the online journal Right Hand Pointing. After a whirlwind twenty years including divorce, a handful of children, and three distinct careers, she finds herself — again, finally — breathing, and returning to poetry.