Night Terrors

This is a scary poem drawn from a recurring dream I had as a child.

Night Terrors

I live in your room
under your bed
I hide in your closet
filling you with dread

I lurk in the shadows
covered by night
hoping you will soon
turn off the light

I drool in anticipation of
you falling asleep
so I can begin my game
of "Touch and Peek"

I scrape my fingernails
hoping you will hear
Just in your mind
not with your ear

I smell your fear
as you begin to dream
My mouth waters as I
devour your scream!

Dianne Lowe Breakfield
Person Suit
Dreaming Big Publications