When I was little
Full of wonder and light
I used to see monsters under my bed.
They never spoke
Never moved.
Just were there.
Stuck in a room.
With me
.
I didn't cry to my father.
I didn't run from them
I just watched.
Waited.
.
They watched me too
I'd feel their eyes
I'd feel them inch closer night by night
Until they would be at the foot of my bed
A year ago, they were under.
Now they are so close.
Still, they did nothing.
Just watched.
Just waited.
.
I didn't cry to my mother.
I didn't run from them.
Just watched
Just waited too.
.
Another year passes
Then breath on my neck
Claws up my spine
The smell of something decaying
The sound of something laughing
The monsters waited long enough
.
I didn't cry out.
I didn't run.
Just watched.
Just waited for them to be done.
About the Creator
Chel Writes
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