Bedtimes are not always safe places.....

In bed in the dark,

under the covers

tucked up tightly

hiding with your head

actually beneath the

blankets.

Laying still breathing

as quietly as you most

possibly can.

Waiting for the monster

to enter your room.

The fear is mounting

and your dreadful hell

is coming

near.

In he comes. His presence

is overbearing.

He says. In a drunken voice

are you asleep yet?

You think to yourself

Do I answer or ignore?

Will he go away again

if I ignore him?

He hears your breath and touches

the bed and sits down at your legs.

His hand moves up the covers and touches

your legs and bum.

Your fear builds as does

your anxious and waiting for the coming hell

that is going to happen next to you.

You try to block out.

How you are feeling.

You start to go numb.

As he starts to sweet talk you.

And lift your covers...