A place for my thoughts

🧸4/27/24🧸

At night I fear my home is out to get me.. the walls surround me in a mischievous way and I swear I can almost hear it giggling, the floor creaks with every step, perhaps it's alarming the boss. My carpet feels strange on my skin, like it's threatening to let me sink.

And the man under my bed laughs at my pathetic attempts to avoid him, because blankets and covers cannot defeat wicked fingers and malicious hands, 

When I am sleeping the man comes out, I can feel him when he stands over me 

Breathing down my neck

He is sneaky, 

He is evil

He is perverted

"What a nosy man." I think, feeling his fingers down my back, low to places I don't dare let him stay. 

So I turn my head, for he is not daring, he hides when I look, and then he is gone,

And my body

"My" body

Is safe another day