Not all monsters have faces
or live under beds
their favorite place,
is the closet,
or at least the one inside my head
making their bed,
just out of view,
so the only one seeing him
will forever be you.
He sad he didn’t believe in monsters
I laughed and told him never
to look me in the eye.
I don’t know when it decided to stay but it’s made itself at home,
trying to hide the light with the brown curtain hanging inside,
not coming out, nor all the way in,
my head has thrown it a welcome party,
while my heart drew up the eviction notice,
not welcome to stay,
but not willing to go,
the monsters not in the closet,
it’s inside my head.