Poetry / Childish Fears

Childish Fears

I dip beneath the blankets,
Pull them taught to my chin, and stare
With wide eyes across the empty room.
Toys scattered carelessly, lovingly on the floor.
The nightlight is the safe point.
Don’t let your eyes stray from that glow.

I glance at the clock, waiting for the hour.
Thin hands tick closer towards the moment.
Too soon the door will cautiously creak open,
Stuttering as it catches on rusty hinges,
And my demon will creep through the opening,
Approaching my bed with terrifying calm.

A silhouette against the flowered wallpaper,
Blacker even than the surrounding darkness.
Its eyes appear as nothing more than empty
Caverns in a sinister face, yet their gaze burns.
Icy fingers brush against my thigh.
Hateful fingers choke a cry in my throat.

He remains only as long as necessary,
Leaving me tattered and sobbing in his wake.
My mother does not believe about my
Demon who haunts me late at night.
I wonder if it’s because he looks so different
As she leans in to kiss him in the mornings.

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March 23, 2009

vay_pure

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Wow, you surprised me with this piece I must say. I was expecting a totally different outcome. Well done here, very well written. The last line tells all and makes me cringe at the same time. Possibly add the word ‘me’ between about and my in the last stanza, just for clarification. This piece rocks in a sick way. vay…