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Dear Sleep Paralysis,


Dear Sleep Paralysis,

 

I felt it last night.

That was you, wasn’t it?

They were your slender fingers

Wrapped around my tan neck

They were so bitterly cold and so slick.

I felt your small hand wrap around the front of my neck as your second hand quickly proceeded to my left side.

Your third to my right

Your fourth to the back.

 I felt your tighten them all so quickly.

You felt me as I squirmed awake from my sleep.

I kept telling myself I wasn’t scared of you anymore for countless years

But I was wrong.

I screamed and screamed

But I couldn’t.

My screams wouldn’t flow

I fell back into your hands.

You had me shaking

You held me so tight last night.

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you back then

 

Sincerely,

from the girl who never sleeps

 

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