Nightmare Poem by Gretta Gin

I was asleep when it was born,
Made of my fears in my own home,
Of ugly truths and lying words,
Of everything that hurt the most.
It crawled through door I left unlocked,
Into my room there I laid cold
With nightmares screaming in my head
I was asleep and wished for death.
It snuffled all around my clothes
And picked up things I hate the most -
The dress that made me look like doll
And boots in which I always fall,
It took the bracelet of my mum
Which I had thrown away with calm,
And it picked up the lipstick red
That I got on New Year from dad.

It put it on with raging pride
All things that I had tried to hide
From eyes of people and my own
With no regret and no bemoan.
Then monster came to my old bed -
The floor had cracked but I kept flat -
And looked into my worried face
To took me into dead embrace -
I struggled and I tried to scream
So suddenly I wished I'd dreamed
The monster and that very night -
With want so strong to stay alive.
My arms were weak and with a plea
My mouth hanged open, hands broke free,
I knew it when I took last breath
And monster snapped away my head.

It laid me down on my cold bed
And hugged my face from tears wet,
It stroked my cheek and kissed my mouth
Then ripped with claws without doubt.
It sliced my skin and cut my tongue,
With measurement it tore apart
My body and then soon enough
It had dismembered all I got.
I looked like I had never had -
Maybe because I was now dead -
And with unrest right there I sat
To watch what it would make up next.

It took my face and stole my bone
And made them be of their own,
Within few moments I stared in shock
At person that I knew by heart.
It was myself but wasn't me
Its eyes were shining - mine were bleak,
Its stare was sharp and mine was bored,
Where I was silver - it was gold.

It took first steps on steady legs
And came to mirror near my bed,
It looked at me and laughed with grime:
'Wishing for death - the cruelest crime'