Monster

J.H

There’s a monster under my bed, counting, humming, my thoughts are turning red. She comes out to play, unexpectedly, repetitively, claiming she can stay. Shape shifting, fear tuning, I change the station, she never stays for long, I burn the bitch. I laugh in her face, taste her, tease her, control her at my pace. There’s a monster under my bed, vulnerable, crying, turning red; remember what I said.. Bitch. 

Jade Hayek

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