Evil to My Shinbones

Heavy heart, my witness
here, the line is drawn
these monsters, tangible and terse
are frightened child titans
walled in and waiting

do I fear them?
is the sentiment returned?
Does it end at this line in the sand?

these fingers and toes
limitless and listening
for a whisper of the truth to swell within me
as the cavern, hollow and homogeneous
echoes dirge and dialogue
of death, death, death
and evil to my shinbones.