To My Sleep Paralysis Demon
Sleep
You stand on the stairs not making a sound
and the wicked crack of your teeth as you carve out a frown
leave shivers and timbers running like ice in my veins
and I cannot beat my heart no matter how much I strain
Your fingers grow long and your posture grows taught
and your knees as your walk wrap into tight knots
I blink and I blink and you dance with each one
cause you know its not fear that stops my run
You whistle and giggle with all of your mirth
as you climb onto my bed, like a bird on its perch
my breaths growing cold and my lungs growing hallow
I’m a condemned man as your grasp make the gallows
Your snickers and giggles would drown out my screams
if I could even make a noise or pull at my seams
still I lay there so still, with eyes staring ahead
as your breath on my neck fills me with dread
You let out a hiss as headlight brighten the room
and for one mere second I can breath through the gloom
as you sulk off away to make home on my stairs
knowing it won’t be long, till we'll be back to this affair
About the Creator
Connie
Poetry, Horror, Feminism and Spice... that is the makings of my writing journey.
Looking to continue to grow my craft and continue to create works that people enjoy reading.

Comments (1)
This was definitely relatable. Loved your poem!