The Awful Sweetness of Escaping Sweat

Cassandra Freiborg

The longest night of my life

played out as an etc- a-sketch

porno that shook the bed

until the monsters fled from beneath

into the closet where they turned

their flaming eyes back onto me with pity

we will miss your muffled pillow screams

they whispered and their words slithered

up the walls and casts shadows

across my heaving breasts

as my cries sank into the walls.

Across the sky the moon too turned her back

as the darkness crept quietly closer.