Jul 17, 2024
My parents lied about the
monster in my room.
I’ve seen him not as a child but now.
An ever frequent occurrence.
Sleeping soundly when he decides to wake me up.
I’m almost used to it by now.
I wake up because he stole my breath.
I’m frozen as his demons prick me with invisible needles.
Then the panic sets in.
I feel the presence of death.
He comes in many forms.
A creature of shadows is his favorite.
He likes to play with magic.
Visions of color and confusion,
voices of people he has taken away.
He’s even come as an angel
but left me here to stay.
I can never quite scream out
as he plays these games,
even when help is just inches away.
Maybe someday we will be friends,
but surely not today.
