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.