and when they come-

Don’t move.     

     Hands on throat, ripping hair,
Resist, they’ll hit you harder-
Lay still.
     They want to hear your pain,
Their pleasure is your suffering-
Don’t scream.
     Aching, stinging, throbbing,
The writhing pain will dull-
Lay still.
     Monsters smell your fear,
The blood will dry eventually-
No tears.
     A sigh, a turn, a twitch,
The slightest move might stir them-
Lay still.
     Vicious if awoken,
Never wake a sleeping beast-
Don’t move.
     Quiet, soft and low,
You can hear them breathing-
Lay still.

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