Saturday Night Shadows

She told me it'd be okay. Said I should pray.

Swore they couldn't (wouldn't) hurt me
Promised they couldn't touch me
Up and down assured me I'd be safe

Evil couldn't touch me
I could control my mind

Over and over and over

I was told I'd be fine

But that was a lie.

Two hours later, shut up in my room
Dark, silent hous; everybody lights out

But I couldn't turn off my light
Because I wasn't safe

Evil could touch me
and hurt me
and claw at me
and wrap it's hands around me
dripping droll all over the floor.

And I laid in my bed trembling and shaking
crying and moaning
there's icy fingers 'round my ankles.

Moan and scream
cry and beg

A devil cat
cackling around your room

Dementors sucking your sanity out of you chest
evil shadows driving you into the corner of your room,
curled up in a ball at the head of my bed.

And they howl and chase me out of bed -
across the room and to the door

Let out a sob -
a fearful screetch

They breathe down my neck,
and I race back to bed

They grab at my back
and I can't wipe the dirty off my legs
I feel their foul touch, real as real can be

Can't rub away their feel, their touch, the creeping
crawilng the contact leaves.

Grab all your stuffies, red, black, and blue.
Mowgli and Lamby and Ginger.
Midnight bear, Porkchop, and Tigger too.

Hug 'em tight,
hold them close.

Grab the Bible, open to Psalm 23

Sheild the stuffies
and cover your eyes

Plug your ears
and rock back and forth

Cry and moan
and slap away their hands

Kick at their arms,
push away their touch

Fight away your own fears
as your tears protect your stuffies

Keep those lights on late,
Pray to God to let you make it out okay

And as your eyes finally flutter and close
and their voices fade out the door,

You realize that everyone lies
and nobody knows...

What it's like to have things touch your toes
and caress your cheeks.

What it's like to be afraid of nothing
more than your own mind.

On Saturday night....