She only meets you
In your dreams, the repulsive witch
Who crowds your conscience,
Breaking the breadth of you mind
Like the burst of a vein.
Each night she visits
The edge of your bed.
Paralyzed, you watch
With throbbing eyes
As she dances rituals
Right into your thoughts.
Belting incantations
She summons each demon,
Pinning them to your shirt,
heavy brooches adding weight
to a blood-dense body, drowning
You deeper and deeper
Into the nightmare.
Frozen in terror you wait
As she clings to your sheets
And rips them away like Velcro
With nails withered as rotted wood grain.
She crawls on top of your aching body
As your dying limbs attempt to convulse
With their last exertion of life.
She chooses her rightful seat
On your chest, ribs crunching
As brittle cartilage snaps like wishbones,
lungs collapsing
Like deflating balloons.
You yearn for air as she watches
You choke with every faint gasp,
The fear building in your bloodstream
Punching your eyes out from behind.
Organs imploding
From inside, your body cannot bear
The pressure of her presence.
Does she possess you,
Or do you possess her?
Olivia Sarkisian is majoring in English and secondary English education. She loves her two cats, Jazzy and Bobo, and especially loves going to football games and hanging out on campus.