The demon takes shelter in her fear.
It awakens just prior to her slumber,
takes a hatchet to her insides,
and leaves her vulnerable in the night!
The jarring sounds from the outside
grow loud; none of them familiar.
She shakes in her striped tube socks
and slowly shrinks beneath her sheets.
Her world has almost tripled in size;
She is left to fend for herself.
Her voice has grown high-pitched
and her escape route is a dead end.
Her demon disappears in the darkness.
Its reflection hides in her bed.
Her demon? Her mirror image.
Her fear? She’s not beautiful.
But she is beautiful; inside and out.
But she’ll never know; She reads Cosmo!
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