I sleep with my back against the wall,
Knees drawn into my chest,
Arms securely anchored to my angel puppy
He keeps the nightmares at bay.
When I am alone, I prefer to be outside,
Somewhere new, where no one knows
Cabinets must be closed,
Doors locked and barricaded,
All noises accounted for,
Before I am calm
Voices must be soft as clouds,
No threats, spoken or silent
I have an unusual disease
It causes particular delusions
Retrieved in split second intervals
A social paralysis brought on by memory.