I Know What Goes Bump in the Night

I know what goes bump in the night
it is heavy footsteps climbing stairs
the creak of boards
three, five, nine
thin wood door
crack and whine
I know what goes bump in the night
heavy breath soaked in rye
the hand that strikes
the cruel hold
count the breaths
do as you’re told
I know what goes bump in the night
that nameless pain
bearing down
flee within to hide, to sleep
where self stumbles
go deep, go deep

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© W.R.R. 12/5/2013
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About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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