i used to make my parents check under my bed
in fear that monsters would be lurking.
they always told me that nothing was there.
they were right
about the monsters not being under my bed;
they live among us.
they wiggle their way
into our cold,
blackened hearts.
- S.M.
"things that lurk"
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Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
