I tuck myself in and it doesn’t take long before your ghost hands find my arms to pin me down.
Just like the first time and every time after that, it doesn’t matter if there’s strength or even matter holding me under you. You still keep me pinned down.
My China cup strength falls to the floor. Sleepy time tea drips like beads of sweat.
You shove memories down my throat until I can barely breathe. While I choke on the stale memories that haunt me I can still hear you whispering sweet murder into my ear.
Flight or fright?
Trick or treat?
Reach for a pill like it’s a knife to try to put you to sleep. Maybe it’s safe there tonight. While the medication slowly paralyzes me I watch while my mind runs into the darkness still hearing your shadow whispering in the corner you cannot escape the dark even the sun goes down each night.