Sleepwalking by Miya Laughlin

My mother told me it would go away

I’d grow out of it

wake up

Sleepwalking is for children

And I am not a child

Too old for dress up

Too young for dress suits

  wake up

I walk alone

My subconscious takes over

Mind blank

Body a ghost of last night’s dream

    wake up

This walking corpse isn’t me

I walk

forward

Wednesday into Thursday

    skips to Saturday

Moonlight or rays of sun

     wake up

Who is this

This shell of a person

What is left of her

              wake up

Everything that defined her now extinct

Her mother never told her that her worst nightmare can turn into reality