I'm Worried That if I Go Outside the World will Collapse

Houses

I don't like houses at night
Silly Isn't it?
But I don't
They're too Quiet
Too still
Too dark
Maybe it's The little girl in me
That doesn't like houses at night
She's loud
Gripping her blankets with clammy hands
Pleading with the ghosts in the corner to leave her alone
Picturing her own tiny bloated body
Mutilated and cold
She's scared of houses at night