My Poems

Poem: Hypervigilance

HYPERVIGILENCE

Hypervigilance

She surfs the edge of dreams
dares not sleep too deep

the Bogeyman lurks
in every shadow,
eager to tear
flesh from bone.

Snap of twig
outside the window

she bolts up
grasps the knife
beneath her pillow

heart racing
ears tuned
eyes search darkness.

No one’s there
she tells herself,
curls down to sleep

knife in one hand
teddy bear in the other.

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