Best Teensleep Poems
the fiery eyes that seep out
from behind that shadow, that shadow
behind the corner of the room that
rocks me to sleep every night.
its leathery tips stroke my hair
from beside my bed, the bed lay above
its head (though I cannot see it) as I sleep ,
clutching my pillow over my ears.
he brings about night, smothering the day
til its last breath, the breath that couldn’t
come any sooner then slowly fades away
as he shuts the blinds and tightens
his fist.