when i was young
my goodnights were filled
with "sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite"
but now
as i lie alone
i wonder
what if the bedbugs
were thoughts
who ate away at my mind
the child once afraid of bugs
has turned to
a girl afraid of her mind
she can't sleep soundly
covering herself in blankets
because she'll be too busy
covering her thoughts
and hoping the next night
will be a goodnight
