The monsters

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Sometimes the monster isnt under the bed or in the closet. Sometimes the monster is much closer to home and won't go away if you close your eyes......

Sometimes people can be monsters as well......

Sometimes the monsters follow us into adulthood and every so often poke out from under the bed to spook us.........

Submitted: February 17, 2008

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Submitted: February 17, 2008

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The Monsters
 
 
I sit curled in a ball against the darkness you have given me
The closer the darkness comes the tighter the ball becomes
My head buried deep in my stomach my knees drawn up
My hands covering my head to stop the monsters
 
I cram myself into a corner against the darkness you have given me
Tight between the wardrobe and the wall amongst the dust and the cobwebs
My knees drawn up to my chest, my head on my knees
My hands covering my head to stop the monsters
 
I lock the bathroom door against the darkness you have given me
Closed in the shower curled up under the seat in the damp cold water
My body contracted into a ball so you can’t see me
My hands covering my head against the monsters
 
The monster is coming to get me again
The monster is going to hurt me again
The monster is going to touch me again
The monster is going to eat me up again
 
Too late the monster is here
Too late it sees me
Too late it smells my fear
Too late it’s much too late
 
Once more the beatings are pounding me
Once more the fists are pummeling me
Once more the feet are kicking me
Once more the teeth are biting me
 
The monster is screaming obscenities at me
The monster is yelling abuse at me
The monster is calling me names
The monster is taunting me
 
The monster wants me to hit back
The monster wants me to kick
The monster wants me to bite
The monster wants me to slap
 
I am curled up under the blankets against the darkness you have given me
My bear clutched tight to my chest he will protect me
My body so small under the bedding so it won’t see me
My hands clutching the bear so the monster won’t take him
 
I am curled up on the floor against the darkness you have given me
A cushion held tight to my breast to comfort me
Tight and small so the monster can’t hurt me
My face buried in the pillow so you can’t see me cry
 
Too late the monster is here
Too late it sees me
Too late it smells my fear
Too late it’s much too late
 
The monster is pulling me across the floor
The monster is tearing off my clothes
The monster is ripping off my jeans
The monster is pulling down my shorts
 
Once more the monster is clawing me
Once more the monster is scratching me
Once more the monster is pulling me
Once more the monster is hurting me
 
The monster wants me to play
The monster wants me to be hard
The monster wants me to enjoy it
The monster wants me to cum
 
I am curled up under my desk against the darkness you have given me
Among the cables, papers and dust
My arms wrapped tight around me so the monster can’t hurt me
My head down to protect against the monsters
 
The monster is coming
The monster is close
The monster is closing
The monster is outside
 
Too late the monster is here
Too late it sees me
Too late it smells my fear
Too late it’s much too late
 
The monster is holding the tablets
The monster is serving the drinks
The monster holds the syringe
The monster cradles the powders
 
The monster wants me to be stoned
The monster wants me to be drunk
The monster wants me to be dosed up
The monster wants me to overdose
 
The monster lives on inside my head deep within my mind
The monster hides behind my eyes when I am awake
The monster comes out to populate my dreams
The monster writes the legacy on my soul
 
I am typing on my processor against the darkness you have given me
My fingers light upon the keys so the monster can’t break them
The cursor flashes a beacon into my darkness
A light to show the safe way through the thorns
 
Too late for the monster
Too late for I am coming
Too late for I smell its fear
Too late Monster it’s way too late.
 
Boneman 16/02/2008
 
©Boneman productions 2008
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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