She’s back and she’s lurking.
Schools out.
No work.
She’s now behind every corner in my house.
In closets.
Under my bed.
My house
Is supposed to be my safe space god ******!
I can’t sleep.
She whispers in my ear every time I drift off.
I can’t eat.
“You don’t need that!” she’d say.
I can’t leave.
“What if she finds you?” she’d ask.
She never leaves me alone.
She refuses,
Leaving me anxiety ridden.