she told me about her nightmares, and daydreams, things that made her scared to close her eyes, made her want to weep.
but oh my child, what’s it like to still be able to sleep?
what’s it like to close your eyes and know you’ll wake up to the light and not
to just another fright in which you can move but you don’t because
the world around you is dark so you
hide your fingers
hide your toes
hide your face
protect your nose from
the lack of light that’s watching you
from all the way across the room and you
know its not real still you can’t help but feel that
you’ll never make it to tomorrow.