I am
a creature
to my own devices
animal of
my imagination
demon of my dark rooom
sleeping with the hall way light on
cracked ajar.
laser prism
disecting me into half segments
securing sleepy shades of red
spilling through the floorboard divider
spelling scrabble like words
on your bedroom ceiling.
when you cant close your eyes
because the feeling of dying alone
is sinking in.
and your dreams are just that.
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