don't look under the bed
her fingers tremble pulling the sheets over her head telling herself not to go to that place tucked away in her mind the curiosity is like a simmering pot on the stove bubbling rolling eventually spilling over and then there's no stopping it water splashing everywhere burning brown on the hot eye shoving the top on the pot doesn't help it just floats away and clamors to the floor bang she removes the sheet pulls herself to the edge of the bed nails digging into the mattress breaths coming in gasps that barely resemble normalcy bated she's offering herself as bait slowly, she hangs her head over the edge she's over the ledge blood rushing to the veins in her head a river it's too late she's falling off the lip of the cliff and there's no going back now "I won't be afraid." The deci...