poetry

monster

I live in the shadowy places

under your bed.

I am the footsteps

on creaking stairs.

I feed the quiet voices

in your head,

When everyone leaves you,

I’ll be there.

I live in the night, so the day

you will dread,

I promise to you

nobody else cares.

I’m easy to anger,

so watch where you tread,

And remember that you’re

my nightmare.

 

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