I sit in my bed,
my sheets pulled up to my nose.
My eyes are wide,
my hands shaking.
Breath is shallow,
sweat beads on my forehead.
I stare at my closet,
my terror growing.
It does not speak,
it does not show.
But I can hear it in there.
It scratches at the door every night.
It wants to come out.
It wants to play.
My heart nearly stops as I hear the door creak.
My closet door opens slowly.
I'm to petrified to cry out as it appears.
It's so.... so.....
Oh my God.
It's coming closer.
Oh... no, wait, no!
All I see is beady red eyes.
And a white fanged smile.
I blinked;
the hallucination disappeared.
My dying thought so clear.
I hate closets.

When things start to look up,
They take a downwards spiral
Crashing down
At the speed of light
I thought I was getting better
I thought I was starting to live my life
I thought I was getting over you
I thought, I thought, I thought
Everything becomes clear
When your world comes crashing down
Nothing that you wanted
Works out
Motives become clear
Trying to escape from the life I’m stuck in
Going somewhere else
But it’s no longer an option
It was just an escape
Not something I wanted for me
But something I wanted, to get away
From you
From all the memories
From all the thoughts
From all the feelings
I can no longer get away
It all becomes clear
When your singing along to a song
and break down
For seemingly no reason
I thought I was doing better
I thought I was getting over you
I thought,
But I’m not.