He inters uninvited, a shadow cast across my bed
He lurks just beyond my vision
His onion breath jars me to alertness, yanking me out of sleep
He lays heavy-limbed next to me
He pins me under his arm, making it impossible to breathe
His bristled beard rubs my shoulder raw
In panic, I pull away
I kick my feet free of the binding blankets
I elbow him in the chest, desperate for escape
Heart racing, I bolt from the bed to see him sneer in pleasure
His victory rests in my wakefulness
He silently slips from my bed when I turn on the light
In triumph, he vanishes, a shadow in the night
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| David Chapman-artist |
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
