by Elena Karis, October 25, 2017
Scratching, laughing, taunting they burst out of the closet
With glowing green eyes and forked tongues
Clinching the blanket, praying for help that never comes
Wanting to scream but you are in the clutch of paralyzing fear.
Crawling and slithering from beneath the bed
Grating nails across the metal frame
So loud that shrieking cannot be heard
Praying for help. That never comes.
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