Midnight dark, and
I wake feeling
Something prickly,
‘Neath the ceiling.
From my bed,
A mid-dream rouse,
I bate my breath,
In Grandma’s house.
Red socks, silent
Cross the floor,
Wide eyes, peaking
Through her door.
Midnight dark,
But I see teeth,
Crouching, creeping,
Drool beneath.
Hovered there,
Close to head,
A hungry mouth
By Grandma’s bed.
An evil presence,
A snarling fright.
A nightmare, frozen,
In mid bite.
What to do?
My brain is screaming.
Struck with terror.
Grandma dreaming.
With shuddered breath,
And faking brave,
My helpless elder
I must save.
Midnight dark
Will do no more.
I flick the light –
And hit the floor.
The room resounds
With Grandma’s yells.
My nightmare now
The worst of hells!
For, on the bedside,
Laughing last, float
Granny’s dentures,
In a glass.
Bryson Thomas
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