When asked if I’ve been seeing someone,
I always reply ‘yes.’
I think of you and wonder if you’re patiently waiting for me.
At home,
all alone,
watching the door,
hoping,
will I return?
I always do.
I am your world.
I can’t escape.
What I imagine.
I hear you chew.
Your claws unfurled.
Claws that scrape.
Much to my chagrin.
Because you’re always here or sometimes there,
Or, damn it. Just outside my eyeline.
When I sleep and go real deep,
My muscles become rigid.
Now’s your time, your time to creep.
The temperature is frigid.
This is when we finally meet and look each other in the eye.
My heart, it thumps for only you,
It hasn’t made an error. No.
I love you,
my night terror.
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Amos Glade
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Clever & unique!
What an intriguing and eerie twist! The love and fear blend so well here, capturing the haunting essence of a night terror. Your vivid imagery creates such a strong, emotional connection to the experience—both unsettling and oddly affectionate. A chilling yet poetic take on those eerie encounters!