visitors...

The devil is playing games with me.
I felt went he came in.
Now he is under my bed.
He is scratching my mattress with his ivory nails.
I pretend I’m sleeping.
He jumped to the ceiling.
Damn he’s fast.
Stuck up there, crucified, ready to fall over me.
He's enjoying my agony.
Now he's right behind me.
I felt the bed sinking.
He uncovers my ears, pulling my hair back.
He whispers ghostly words. Indescribable stench.
I want to vomit but I pretend I’m sleeping.
I want to open my eyes, but I'm too scared to see
what he really looks like.
I'm paralyzed.

I dare to move.
Reach out for the light.
I'm still 4 years old.