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To My Sleep Paralysis Demon

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By ConniePublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
To My Sleep Paralysis Demon
Photo by Pau Casals on Unsplash

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

Mental Healthsurreal poetry

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.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    This was definitely relatable. Loved your poem!

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