I've been distorted by a fleeting monster
that lingers wrapped between my legs
These sheets offer comfort at the slightest glance
But give them a thorough look
and you're entranced by the most disturbingly beautiful reflection
I can see
And what I see is the claws that rip into a face
I couldn't label as my own
Because from the sinking nails, all I feel is a gentle stroke

But the voices!
Assuredly are not mine-
I do not remember creating the sounds
So the dreams that speak
Must be only bed creaks
Forget that I'm lying on the ground

But frantic shivers have passed
I do not doubt my own mouth
Because the silence
cried out
"who's hurting me?"

but why should I answer
It's time to sleep
Pleasantly
with eyes shut tight
it blocks all sight
of the monster's creep