Know This (A Book of Poetry)

Monsters

They creep under your bed

Watch you from the closet

With teeth for eyes

And a hunger for lies.

They have curling tendrils of darkness

That crawl up your arms,

They smile in the moonlight

Their pupils dilated; their eyes off-white.

Their hands are made of shadows

Their laughs sound like razor blades

Against skin; swish swish....

Their love is death; a frozen kiss.

You can feel them moving on the floor

Pouring out the bookshelves

Reaching for your heart

Wanting to tear your body apart.

One day they reach you; their hands take yours

Coldness so profound you find it calming

And they take you away

To another time; another day.

You try to forget; move on with your life,

To find better horizons and prettier faces

Where no one knows of your fears,

Of those monsters and your tears.

But slowly; surely; they creep back into your world,

Through the footsteps of dancers

Through strangers eyes,

Through the heat; the buzzing of flies.

You find yourself in a bedroom;

A boy is sleeping with soft snores...

So what do you do?

You realize that those monsters are now you.

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