My Year of Nocturnal Panic
Each night, I faced my fear. Again and again, I went to bed.
I should be asleep
DeathThis feels like death.
Right here, sort of, no.
You’re not scaryYou’re a bed. Sleep is good and I need rest.
It’s not my fault.
Let it go
Bethany Marcel is an alumna of the 2020 Tin House Workshop, a Contributing Editor at Barren Magazine, and a reader at The Rumpus. Her work has been published in Literary Hub, Creative Nonfiction, Longleaf Review, Post Road, and elsewhere. She's been awarded a Career Opportunity Grant from the Oregon Arts Commission and her work has been supported by residencies from Vermont Studio Center and Spruce Art. You can find her online at www.bethanymarcel.com
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