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Monster

Sometimes your worst nightmare lives under your roof.

By Eugena LewisPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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“Mommy, there’s a monster”

you’d always check the closet

under the bed

behind the curtains.

You didn’t realize

the monster I feared

was the man who

curled up beside you

at night.

While you were sleeping

the monster crept in

tickling me awake

I bit back my screams

praying you’d wake up,

come to see for yourself

what he could do to me.

Justice never arrived,

every tear that fell

never wiped away.

I picked up my pieces.

Learned that monsters

can't hurt you

if you can’t feel anything.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Eugena Lewis

I'm twenty-five years old. Reading and writing are my passion and I want to share that passion with others.

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