Photo by Brigita Przybylski
Each night I race to turn off my lamp
And tuck my head under the covers
As fast as I can
Pulling the blankets tight against my body
Giving up breathing for sanity
No area of skin must touch the night air
Lest it wants to be vulnerable to what lures out there
Darkness slowly weighs down the room
Praying for the moon to quicken its descent
For your ghostly shadow looms in the corner
Do my eyes play tricks on me?
I’ve asked that many times
How certain can I be
That you only appear at night
In that corner of my room?
It’s just a shadow
It’s just a shadow
But I swear I see it’s face, your face
You hover from across the room
Holding a scythe behind your back
Your silence drives me crazy
My anticipation and worries overload my brain
What are you waiting for?
I know you’re there
I know you’re there
I can feel your deadly stare
Each night I’m kept awake by the anxiety you create
Years and years of trembling and waiting
For the night you finally inch closer and closer
To my corner of the room
Kindergarten 