If you hear growls in the middle of the night
Don't be alarmed
Go back to bed, she's alright
It's just her imagination
It's all pretend


Bones aching
Muscles twitching
Her temperature is rising
She screams
But no sound comes out of her mouth

Clamping on to her pillow
For dear life
She's going through living hell
But no one knew it
Because no one was there

She let out soft moans
Whimpering on her bed
Drenched in sweat
Gritting her teeth
Trying to pull through

Her body itched
For what she couldn't have
She bit the inside of her cheek
Til she tasted blood
Then bit down harder

Hours of restless twisting and turning
Unsettled stomach
When will this end?
When will this end?
When will
This
End


Will this end?