Her heart pounds
like hammers
beating against a pillow
underneath
the white cotton sheets
hanging over their heads.
Creating a tent
on top of a flat
sleeping bag.
Different
new
imagined
fantasy,
her crush’s
scary camp story.
“I’m scared.”
she whispers.
As he continues
his story…
“The door begins to creek
footsteps come closer
and then suddenly,”
“He gets you!”
her crush exclaims.
Dropping the flashlight,
once under his chin.
Tickling her stomach,
she giggles and flusters.
And, suddenly
after her eyes blink
the creature
just described
flashes before her eyes.
Her eyes begin to water.
“It’s only a story.”
he insists.
A story
that took
her innocence,
nieve nature.
The innocent darkness
when she closes her eyes.
The monster
that ignites
a person’s
absolutely
vivid
imagination.
Creating shapes in the darkness.
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