Night

Under the refuge of my comforter

Lying entangled with rising fears,

Petrified with my eyes squeezed tight;

I wait. For the break of light

hiding from this monster.

Real or imagined.

Disquieted.

Like lurid insects crowd the putrid dead

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Nightmares plague the dark inside my head.

Lying fitfully motionless,

I wait. For the break of light.

Tucked in, body covered

Only my mouth free.

My eyes heavy.

And I breathe.

And I.

Sleep.