From the Corner of My Bedroom

As I wake from my slumber,

I find it staring at me from the pitch black corner of my bedroom.

I can feel it; the energy is impenetrably dark, negative, and oppressive.

The darkness nearly suffocates me everyday.

It squats with its spiked spine arched towards the wall

And its long claws can be clearly seen from the dim moonlight emanating from the tiny window.

It waits with insatiable hunger for me to close my eyes.

It knows not to touch me, for dimensions cannot mix,

But it knows that it can destroy me in my dreams.

Once it showed me a reflection of myself,

A lost soul who was trapped in a dark warehouse full of abandoned boxes.

This thing​ trapped me there after I initially thought I could trust it.

It showed itself to be a normal and caring woman,

But instead, it became a contortionist, showing me its limbs twisting in abnormal ways.

Staring into my soul with its cold-blooded eyes, it began limping towards me

And all I could do was run in the wrong direction where I could no longer escape.

But I wake from my slumber to find it staring at me from the pitch black corner of my bedroom.