It is not about the monster in my closet
The sharp fangs and legs like spider.
It is not about the monster underneath my bed
The hands snapped like twigs with ruptured salivary glands
It is not about the monster outside, the backyard
The flying head with red flashy lungs, long tongue or spooky eyes
It is not about the monster inside the loo
The whitest shredded gown or whitest beard with crippled skin
They may be scare me, but now they amuse me because things like this aren't scary at all.
But it is the monster in my head
The one that I can't see, can't even imagine what it may look like.
The one with loudest voice and sharpest fang-like-needle
torment me with its venom. How much are they inside?
I can't let them go. It blundered me. Suffocates me. Parasitic
I'm dying inside. I'm scared.
\\fear
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