|Dark Rose by Petr Kratochvil|
She clutches her pillow as a charm
Against the unbearable stillness.
Night should bring
The mending serenity of sleep,
Not fevered paranoia
Wrought by brittle nerves
Crusted with the scars of the past.
A midnight breeze
Rustles the willow branches
Outside her window,
A sound more like the scratching
Of unsheathed claws
Waiting to pierce tender flesh.
She measures each breath carefully
With a silent prayer on her lips,
The lurking unseen demons
Waiting to explode into her room
Much less scary than
The monster sleeping next to her.
~~~~ This poem was written for my prompt this week over at Poetry Jam asking us to write about monsters. This was partially inspired by the Day 9 OctPoWriMo prompt about sounds/noises. I also used this week’s words from The Sunday Whirl.