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Creepy Crawlers
The highlight of my day, the end of it
I reach for the light switch and mosey on under the soft, comfy covers
For a moment, I feel the hefty weight from the day’s stress fall from my chest
But as I lie there in sinister silence, I feel it come back
Heavier than before
I sense its approach
I get a lump in my throat and my stomach nots
Its poisonous presence taunts me as I sit up in a scurry
Squinting my eyes, I try to adjust to the darkness that smothers me
I feel it again… stronger… heavier… closer…
I feel it now
Skittering against my skin, shooting chills throughout my body
It creeps up my leg and emerges from under the covers
Eight long, hairy legs held together by a fat little body
With eight dark, threatening eyes that make my body stiff
Its stare paralyzes me
It pounces, and its slender legs stick to my cheek
A screech escapes me, and it darts into my mouth, scratching the walls of my throat as it forces its way down
Gashing at my neck with my fingernails, a million scattered replicas of the first arise from under the covers
One after the other, I feel the prickles of their feet crawl up my limbs
They creep under my baggy t-shirt and chew through the layers of my skin
Some of them rush up to my ears and bolt in
My head slams against the wooden headboard as I attempt to scream, but all is silent
Hopelessly hearing my silent screams echo off of the walls of my bedroom, I feel it
An agony that makes me rip clumps of hair from my scalp
It comes from the bottom of my stomach and gets closer and closer to the surface
It pierces through my flesh, and its blood-lust minions race to my gaping wound and feast
My eyelids split open, and I turn on the lamp on my nightstand
I sit up in a bustle with a cold sweat and a racing heartbeat
After a moment, I let go a relieving exhale, wipe the sweat from my forehead, and lie down
But then I feel something
Something strong… heavy… close…
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