Monsters Below the Bed

Something I wrote while thinking of our fears of the unknown.

Slowly growing monsters

that lay underneath my bed.

They came when I was young

and now they’re here again.

I saw them once

green, winged, barbed

tentacles that grabbed me and

wouldn’t

let go.

They stayed below me

or above me. Unknown.

As physics and laws did not apply

to the serrated teeth

of those that lay between.

I thought I lost them

when my parents

kissed me on the cheeks.

I thought I lost them

when the florescent light

flickered once freely,

flickered two times fiercely,

flickered three times too fruitlessly.

But truthfully they were just growing,

feeding off of me.

But now I have grown tired

of green eyed monsters,

hissing tentacles,

and warty witches.

Let them come.

What they have once caused

will now give me cause.

Slowly growing monsters

that lay underneath my bed.