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.
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!




I haven’t really seen a lot of people do a metric variation of free verse poetry as short as this, and it’s wonderful!! I might just have to go write some myself :)
Im just now getting into poetry after swearing it off! This is enjoyed!