The Man In the Corner of My Eye
Musings on sleep paralysis and manifestations of anxiety.
There is a man in the corner of my eye.
He is never there when I turn my head.
He stands above me when I sleep and is gone when I open my eyes.
I can hear him now and when I listen he will be gone.
I have never seen his face but he is watching
Watching
Watching
Watching.
There is a man just beneath my breastbone
Knocking to get out
Pushing harder and harder until I burst or vomit or scream.
He is under the lid of my eye
Peeling my skin back and exposing the tissue beneath.
There is a man clawing at my throat
Inhibiting my words, choking me from the inside out.
He is the man in the dark
The man in the corner
The man in the shadows.
He is watching me write.
He isn’t a ghost and he isn’t a demon.
He is just a man in the corner of my eye.
Maybe one day I will turn around and see him standing tall behind me
No longer ducking behind corners when I turn around
Or hiding in shadows.
Maybe one day I won’t turn around as he creeps up behind me.
Maybe he will tap me on the shoulder.
Maybe we’ll have lunch together.
About the Creator
Alexandra Authement
Welcome! I've been writing as a hobby all my life and am interested in sharing my work with a wider audience. Here you'll find poetry, fiction, and short memoirs about my experience growing up in fundamentalist Christianity.
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