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The Nyctophobe by JILL ALEXANDER ESSBAUM
It's a furnace of the first place, fever of mine.
The mattress can't be trusted. I suture shut my eyelids.
I align my terrors to their predetermined brinks.
But the bed that is my boat, slopes lee side,
Then sinks.

