Its inside of me,
this demon,
The apple from the tree
proved delicious.
But inside grew another,
one who wishes to smother.
Tortures me in my dreams
with terrible paralysis
As he pinches my ribs
The pain,  imagine a crib.
Where the baby tumbles out
mute to scream and shout.
I can't move my arms or legs,
I try to see him, moving my head.
I can only feel his scratching
I wake up with welts on my legs
and red lashes on my arms.
He's a timebomb I can't disarm.