The monsters under my bed are tall and small
They have green eyes and love to brawl
One hit after another they inhale their smoke
As There firm hands grab my oh so small throat,
I scream and jerk as I start to choke
The monsters under my bed have no heart,
But their cold and clammy hands do try to pry mine apart
YOU ARE READING
Walking away from you
PoesíaA collection of poems. Adding as I go along so probably never completed. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains mature materials and trigger subjects such as rape and abuse. Read with caution please :)
