Monsters

Hurt in your stride

Madness in your eyes

Terror in your touch

Hate in your kiss

My lips are stitched into a grimace

while vileness slithers across my skin.

“I don’t want this to be awkward”

You creepy fucking asshole!

I scream,

but those stitches just pull tighter.

A funny scarecrow doll grin

Hollow straw body crumbles under

Your hot-headed hands

“Shh… stay quiet and keep hidden, he can’t hurt you if he can’t find you.”

But monsters hide

Under the bed

In the closet

In passersby’s faces

In the mirror