Only At Night

The sounds came just before
the shutting of my ears.
His footsteps; fear himself
So I plugged in a nightlight
and covered my face
with an old worn out pillow.
Completely irrationaly
I hid from the viewpoints.
The windows and doors
all a threat to imagination.
Must have been some sort of
scar from the nightmares of
my youth.
But however shallow
it was still there
like a permanent shadow
haunting the walls
of my room.

Episodic Structure

It sounded like one of those
crazy people rocking back and forth
in the corner of the room.
And sometimes I'd rather just
give in and be them.
And most times now there's no need.
So why today? Why does it have to
come back like a haunting?
Like a shadow following me
forever.
It's in my shadow.
It sees everything and through
everything.
I want it gone.
I want it gone forever and ever
and ever.

Episodic Sounds

They asked me what it sounded like.
Over and over and over.
Breaking glass. Shattterrringgggg.
Down.
It sounds like a hurricane.
I am the hurricane.
Break. Break. Break.
Save me?
It sounds like a twister
ripping through and
ripping in half
and enough.
Over and over and over.
Through everything and after
everything.
Dissappeared like an assassin
back to kill.
Then away.
Fly fly fly
away and
gone.