sometimes at night
I lay in bed
and the night seems to
push itself on me,
the monsters have been
under my bed
for as long as I can remember
with their claws and teeth
putrid fur and acidic saliva,
used to be
my dad would chase them away.

lately
at night
its just me and them
and sometimes
the tears come,
its hard to breathe
with them staring at me
stark truths
show in their blank irises
and their teeth are so shiny
when they tear into me
and take out all your favorite pieces.

maybe someday
this night light need
will fade.

great write, I can definately relate.

when daylight breaks though
all evil ones are chased away
friendly truths are waiting
to hold hands and be your friends