Written for M at puttingmyfeetinthedirt: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/08/01/august-writing-prompts-3/#comments
My Monsters
| When I’m home all alone And nobody’s around I jump at the thought The sight and the sound Of shadows that wander Alone in my house Watching me live Almost like my own spouse They hide in the corners And under the bed I try not to see them But they’re right in my head. I tell them to go home That my house is my own They even watch me When I’m on the phone. I have no idea Where these monsters come from All that I know Is that they think that I’m dumb. | They snicker and laugh And tinker around They think they are quiet But I hear every sound I wish they would leave So that I’d get some sleep They’re ruining the days And the company I keep. No one believes That these monsters are here But I swear on my grave They stay very near. If they will not leave Then I may just give in I’m not sure if they’d hurt My delicate skin. For now I am here And I see them hiding but maybe that’s just me Imagining the whole thing. |
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