Don't Fall Asleep Poem by Cassia Salverro

At nights he would come,
With a Sharpe blade made
White with a farmer's file;
A blade I have witnessed
Slicing through whole
Stems of bananas with just one swipe or
Cutting through respectable aged bamboo trees
Effortlessly.

He'd stare at her.
Fire blazing in his eyes;
Eyes which could easily be compassionate-
If they so choose.
And I would stare at him like a wounded deer;
Looking for some pity that was not there
Mustering courage that was not there

And she'd sit washing;
Bending over a tub of his defiled garments,
Humming redemption songs.
Then he would grow fangs like a bear's terror
and grew monstrously tall.
I would shudder,
Fear making me completely ineffectual
To his premeditated brutality
And she would still sit there
Bending over a tub of his corrupted garments
Singing redemption songs

Then he would draw closer
With blood in his eyes
And she would sing louder
The innocence in her voice
Making his icy heart grow colder
And I becoming bolder
While she kept sitting there
And he kept slithering near
Forcing me to dispel fear

And just before he cuts her vocal cords
I would raise my hand
A frightening purposeful wand
And rob him of his blade
I'd hacked him to pieces
But the damn monster would not die!
He only gained strength
To come again tomorrow
In another horrid form
When night comes barging again
And I have wrestled and acquiesce to forty winks