Insomnia

She comes dressed as all of your fears. She crawls into bed

with you, and undresses her stresses on you, and one by one. You beg for her to

leave you be—

you two have played this game before. But she taunts you with worrisome whispers, and when you turn away, her terror follows, her fingers caress you, her voice

surrounds you, her presence inspires claustrophobia. Her grip over you a gentle reminder—

you’ll never be able to break off this toxic love affair with

Insomnia.