I am 22 years old
and I'm scared of
the dark.
Not regular darkness-
the kind that makes
you question
whether or not
there are people
under your bed
waiting to
grab your ankles
when you run
off to Mom's room.
The shadows on the
wall ******* you
too much to
get out of the bed,
but when you finally
get up the courage
to reach out
and flip the switch
they end up being
kittens and flowers.
How silly of me.