monster beneath the bed

Syntax & Skin — my poetry series where language becomes a vessel for exploring the lived human experience

quiet beneath

girl’s bed

I lie–

same way

I swore

to never

become

who I

now am.

~

quiet beneath

the sheets

girl cries–

young self

once dim

to fright

now trembles

at my sight,

though I fear

myself more.

~

quiet beneath

my palms

they burn–

scales of

shame

grow cold,

as woman

claws shred

girl dreams

once held dear.

~

quiet beneath

girl’s dread

she knows–

I am her

inevitability,

no matter

how she’s

convinced

herself

of me

imaginary.

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If you’ve come across this, you’ve just read the seventh poem of my “Syntax & Skin” series! Thank you so much for reading, as I hope that my work can touch the hearts and souls of many. Keep a look-out for more short stories, poetry, film/literature analysis, and op-eds!