Everyone talks about the monster hidden under the bed.
But mine crawled into my bed
His claws and his fangs bared, every time I rolled over
His arm thrown over me in a way
That could have passed off as an embrace,
But it was there to hold me down.
How about the monster in the closet?
Mine snuck in there to watch me change out of my juice stained sundress at a birthday party
My mom caught him and screamed at me for letting him.
I didn't even know he was there.
Said she couldn't even look at me
Now I can't even look at me.
Then there's the monster that only comes out when the lights are off
Mine worked better with the lights on
So he could see the fear in my eyes when he crumpled me,
up in his hands like a paper doll.
Am I just a paper doll?
Hunted by monsters?
Torn and faded at the edges,
from being passed through one clawed hand to another?
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Soft Hearts Full of Longing
PoetryThese poems discuss difficult topics that I or my friends have experienced in our lives. As some of my favorite poetry authors say ( Lovelace and Kaur) say "Practice self care before, after, and during reading these peoms."
