I used to be her favorite dream

A nightmare now, is what I seem

She dare not open up her eyes

For I am one who petrifies

The small one, when she falls asleep

I’ll wait, until she slumbers deep

Then frighten her, awake, she’ll cry

I’ve never really understood why

I used to think she cared for me

Now, she’s just plain scared of me

 

Writing Prompt – Permanently Petrified – Day 14/31

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