There is no “Under my bed” for monsters to live,
A vacuum beneath its feathery interior
Keeps all living things out.
There is only me in my sheets… trying not to shout.
A pillow for my head;lights go out.
Slithering between blankets and quilts
Till my limbs find that certain place.
Toes, feet then legs numb, in that order.
Feeling leaves fingers hands and arms,
Defenseless; I am left.
My chest begins to compress.
The monster is not “underneath” me.
I wonder if anyone else has noticed
A semi colon is used when a sentence could have ended but it didn’t..
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I want to stay at 21 and never grow another day old