We are the boogeymen that live under your beds
we lay up against the nails beneath its fragile frame,
The bed bugs drink from us, draining us
We lay thinly, weakly looking up at you As you writhe and laugh, and scream, cry, and fight atop that bed,
We lay silently, always silently
Waiting
Longing
Hoping
To see the sun. Killyourpoison