A pale man dressed in white
scales the wall upside down on his tiptoes
and I know the interlopers are coming.
My fluffy gray comforter
and plush pink blankets can't hide me.
I scream silently with open eyes
and sink further into my bed.
numbness spreads slowly
until my limbs are useless.
No matter their form
I always invite them in.
Spider shaped orbs
float above my head
their onyx tendrils
dancing and taunting.
Sometimes it's a woman's voice,
shrilly screaming for help
or sometimes,
a man whispers that he'll kill me,
so close I feel hot breath on my ear.
Always invited but never welcome,
They're the shadows in the corner.
The shadows that stay.
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