Under the bed

When I’m trapped inside my head

I wonder at the possibility

That I might be the monster

Hiding beneath my bed

Reaching out in the midnight dark

To grab my vulnerable ankles

As they dangle thoughtlessly

Pulling myself deeper

Into the gravity well that is me

Lost,  deaf,  and blind

Unable to see

Waiting to wake at the dawn

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