Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Nighty Night

"...No one sees out. But something sees in...

Nighty Night

She lies there.
Choking her pillow.
Breathing.
Scuba Tube.
If I should die before I wake.
She lies there.
The windows are black.
No one sees out.
But something sees in.
Her Beasts.
Her Kin.
Don't eat me please eat me.
A shatter of glass.
Blood in the throat.
She lies there.
Eyes like the dolls
she hides in the attic.






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