It is midnight
and by morning
I fear I will be dead,
subjected to slasher
horror in my head,
paralysed with imagined fear
in my bed.
Every limb
in rigor before
murderous sleep
has even slipped
through my doorway
leaning over
darting pupils
locked in naked stone.
I am not alone.
In my head,
a roundtable of dread
sharpening blades
of insanity,
pledging to pillage
all of me.
I found old CBT diagrams I drew to cope with anxiety attacks.
I decided to turn them into poetry instead of painful memories.
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Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.
You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties