My... Monsters
From Darkness to Light
There are monsters
That don’t live under beds
Behind doors
Under stairs
They do not creep
From out of closets
When I, nestled
Beneath piles of blankets
Eyes closed tight
I tremble
And pretend to sleep
Some monsters
Live down the hall
Creeping like ghosts
In dark of night
Turning doorknobs
Like knives
Twisting dreams
To nightmares
Flesh and blood
Kin and kindred
My…
My monster
Enters slowly
Slinking like a snake
While eyes closed
Trembling
I pretend to sleep
Other monsters
Hide their horns
Smiling demons
Behind angel masks
Whispering lies laced with honey
Sheep-skinned wolves
Gifting golden rings
And Glittering rocks
My chosen one
Heart and hand
My…
Enters stormy
Like the raging sea
As I close black eyes
Trembling
And pretend to sleep
The worst monsters though
Live in my head
Steal my words
Freeze my bones
Chain me to the others
They…
Who will not be named
My…
My…
Monsters
Who, named
May be called back
Afraid
I shrink into shadow
Silenced
Though my screams
Echo in my mind
Invisible
As the bruises
I try to hide
Clenching eyes tight shut
Trembling
And fall into sleep
All monsters
Can be robbed of power
Forced into the light
Exposed
Unmasked
I locked the door
Told my story
Hushed the voices
Calmed the screams
Took back control
I close my eyes
Without trembling
And sleep in peace.
About the Creator
Mary K Brackett
Mary Brackett is a novelist, poet, & award-winning short story author. She has authored and co-authored articles for magazines with her husband and is currently writing a series of novels with her talented daughters.
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