Knife Under My Pillow
A poem for my "Writing Prompts for October" challenge
I leave a knife under my pillow.
Just in case you darken my doorstep again.
It's for my own protection.
Because I am scared I'll wake up dead.
You never know what lies in the dark.
I sleep with a weight of dread on my chest.
Expecting that you'll enter my home again. '
I live in fear.
The unknown possibilities are out there.
My anxious brain cannot take the outcome.
So instead I lie in fear.
With protection underneath my head.
Chloe Rose Violet🌹
I wrote this as a part of my "Writing Prompts for October Challenge" which you can view down below.
I have read a few people's posts in regards to this writing prompt challenge and I'd love to see some more!
Please feel free to comment on the original post or this one to make sure I see it as I will be picking my favourites from the month of October. I was hoping to find one for every prompt. Do one or do them all! Thanks for reading everyone.
12/31
Please check out Kayleigh Fraser's poem for this prompt challenge! It was incredible.
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Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
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This was so relatable because I've had a burglar enter my room when I was sleeping. This happened 9 years ago and I'm okay now. I hope you are too 🥺❤️