Monsters

I know no longer
The sting of dread
Ivory buckles loosen
The wolves have all fled.


The moon threw herself
into the ocean
Wanton abandon

cut loose by realization
For all my stories
and all my worlds
People drawn in typeface
Given life with words


For all that haunts
shadows as moths
Fire flickering, a taunt
of

something I used to be.


As the tunnels flooded
the sky fell and bled
The world a broken carousel
A constant ache in our heads
I discovered


I was the monster under my bed.

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