Bedtime Nightmare

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And so it came to an end

Tired eyes closed, images imprinted

On the imagination of a child

Spoken word made into a film

That danced into dreams


Endlessly they flicker and weave

Replaying every sound, every breath

Every falter in the confidence

Warmth. Then the


Shadow on the bed disappears

Light fades away, the crack

of hope shutting with a whimper.
Silence.

And then come the nightmares.

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