It

It

He stealthily creeps up onto me while I’m alone,

slithering onto my bed next to me and making a home.

Popping sickening-smelling popcorn and using my skull,

cracked open in half to use as his gruesome bowl.

Consumed, I have nowhere to escape or hide,

and this is the time when the sinuous beast thrives.

All thoughts that were transparent have left my head,

and the snarling monster of Fear resides there instead.

Image from Pixabay

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