Word of the day: Love 

there's a scratching in the attic
that i cannot ignore.
it burrows in my mind
with every creep and crawl.

it scurries in my nightmares
then clutches to my back.
i feel its muscles writhing
and thriving with Attack.

it whispers that it loves me,
will never let me go —
that i'm its little darling,
that no-one needs to know.

the scratching in the attic
says i must never tell.
for if they ever find us,
we both are bound for Hell.

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Note: This poem is not about love but rather past traumas resurfacing. I decided not to write a love poem using the "love" prompt...