Poem

This is where fear starts. In between coming and going. In between alive and death. She comes to me at night.  Climbs on my back. Tells me I'm such a pretty thing as she tears sharp fingernails inside. She says
Don't
Says Hide
Says Run
Says Protect
Says Close your eyes
Don't you know monsters can't see you if you close your eyes.
She whispers sweet nothings in my ear while she sews up all my soft places. Pours cement so no one can get through. Makes me a coffin to live in with her. Paints shiny pictures on the inside so I forget there was a world once.
I was a girl once
So long ago
Before I became this sharp edged thing.