Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Night Sweats

They come while you sleep
While you're helpless
Liquid fear seeps up from under the bed
From out of the closet
Dark tendrils slithering
Your toes twitch
Your nostrils flare
Your eyes dart back and forth beneath lids that refuse to open
There's something in the bathroom mirror but it's not your reflection
That noise wasn't the furnace
The thing in your dreams is daring you to wake up
Because if you do
That's how they get you

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