When I was a kid, I would check under my bed for the boogeyman.

I’d always be sure to close my closet to trap the ghosts inside it.

And at night I avoided mirrors, afraid that I’d see something that shouldn’t be there

A figure looming over my shoulder, leering at me.

Ever since I was a child, I have been wary of the world hidden in shadows

The figures moving at the corners of my vision

Gone the second I turn to look.

It wasn’t until I was older that I realized that not all monsters hid in the dark.

They walk with me from class to class

Sat across from me as we eat,

Peering out from behind eyes I knew.

They hold me in cold arms as we lay in bed.

And when I rise to stare in the mirror

There they are

Teeth bared in a feral smile.

Not all monsters hide in the dark.

Some just are.


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