-Emily-

She’s dreaming in shades of grey
Watching her bitter thoughts
Wash away
With hopes, that tomorrow
Will be better


She’s wrapped in her favorite
Faded sweater
The one wove with
blood-stained yarn
Holes in the elbows
And an unsigned card


The one that still vainly shields
her fragile soul
As her demons tear outward
With razored claws


She hides away, nearly unseen
As the light cowards astray
And night creeps in as shadows
Dance on the walls and sounds
Leave the once-filled halls


Emily fears the cryptic warnings
Of what crawls beneath her bed
And stalks the skies
Waiting for her to close
Her eyes


Emily cries.
Hating the night.
She clings to vanishing
Warmth, with little fight


Trembling in her relentless
Fright.

Poor Emily dies tonight.