This little blanket saves me from the demons.
It's dark, very empty around.
It's dark, very empty within.
You could hear a pin drop.
But you wouldn't.
There isn't one to drop.
It's dark, very scary everywhere.
This little blanket saves me from the demons.
It's unbearably warm.
The sweat flows down
the forehead
carefully treading over the nose.
Into a mouth that is not welcoming.
The river has picked up all the dirt
along the way
to reach a gutter.
I hate the taste.
What else did I expect?
I am not thirsty and I drink
so much sin
I am not hungry and I eat.
Poison.
I am scared but I remember.
This little blanket saves me from the demons.
A silent word of thanks.
To whom?
To You?
Yes!
Thanks for the eyes
that see black.
Thanks for your eyes
that show black.
But the gratitude is sincere.
The prayer is childlike. Earnest.
Under a pillow.
With assurance, I unrest.
With fear, I tremble.
But this little blanket saves me from the demons.
Oyster.
Snail.
Shut.
Tight.
Black.
Protection.
I see nothing.
I hear all.
I hear all say nothing.
I hear fear.
I hear laughter.
Evil. Teasing.
Creeping up to sleep
next to me.
To tickle, to poke, to grab, to rape.
Knock knock. Who is there?
Not a joke for sure.
It's tucked deep.
It cannot be pulled.
Someone still tries. Someone walks by. Coughs.
But this little blanket saves me from the demons.
Will they still try to strangle me?
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All things scare Biprorshee
