To Sleep With The Light On

Birthed by a monster,
bitten by a wolf,
raised by a banshee,
suckled on venom,
heart as dark
as the blackest of tarpits,
and still she is soft enough
to sleep with the light on,
like us, afraid
of things worse than she.

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