Monsters haven't disappeared
they've nothing but evolved.
We no longer fear
what's under our beds
but instead
whats in our heads.
They are ruthless
and cruel
and rejoice at the end of a life
Though it means the end of theirs.
For they are parasites-
feasting on our fears.
They appear small
like a whisper from inside
wishing us only harm
for they enjoy our pain
crave it.
need it.
To them we are a game
and a weapon
and the target.
They'll stop at nothing
to end a life
because that's all they know.
They haunt mirrors
and once sweet dreams
clouding what's there
with what they see
horrible disappointment
forced self hatred
Slowly
but surely
they rip the heart apart
taking what is beautiful
and making it in the dark
monsters
-Don't let the Monster win.
About the Creator
Desiree Bratcher
I’m a young women with many stories to tell but so little time to tell them.
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