Although I already put in an entry for RM Stockton's February Write Club challenge, I thought of this last night while I was in bed thinking of this prompt and felt it worthwhile to write it down for the challenge as well. The challenge is embedded below.
=// nights \\=
When you left, everybody told me it would pass in time,
Yet instead you've become the monster under my bed,
Your arms reaching out from below me, pushing down hard on my chest,
Sometimes I find you suffocating me.
I lie in the dark, I try my hardest to think of other things,
But I know it's futile to fight it on the nights you come to me with bloody claws unsheathed.
My lungs feel punctured with the mere thought of your presence,
I know you're not really some otherworldly being, nor really here,
But it often seems you could be from the power you hold on me,
I thought of you last night, it became difficult to breathe.
Sometimes I think your bile has stained everything,
I couldn't even escape you when I slumbered, you're the monster that keeps haunting my dreams.
About the Creator
Tommy Ballard
I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I'm often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair, and dosing snoring sleepyheads with Zyns
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