The Monsters

Sometimes I lie there on the floor and think
“If I lay still enough,they won’t see me.”
Those monsters
Up there,with their grimy faces,drooling mouths,scaly bodies
Looking for something to sink their teeth into,pull apart with claws.
I lay as still dead people,whom I’m sure are turning in their graves
This very moment.
I can hear them screaming at me to join them.
I don’t want too,but I don’t have the energy to fight what will be my ending.
I know they need one more body to fill the empty holes.
One more doll for their collection.
One less digit on this suffocating planet.
I can feel my heart pounding inside my head.
I’m a good girl though.
I don’t begin to panic as I hear their approaching footsteps.
I lay as still as possible,because it’s good practice for when I’m on C.S.I.
And won’t be able to move a muscle.
I’m pretending I’m invisible now.
Like I always do when I’m afraid or upset.
There coming closer,
Closer
Now.
I’m not going to run.
I’m not going to run.
I’m not going to run.
I’m really not afraid.
I’m not afraid of death.
There are worse things than death.
The monsters,their close.
I can smell them coming
And man are they close.
They smell of trashcans,rotting flesh,people someone loved and once knew,
And even Death
If she even has a smell.
Their here.
Scales,claws,teeth,and all.
I’m closing my eyes now.
Humming that German lullaby we use to sing every night.
I can fill them ripping me apart,gnawing at my flesh,piercing my body with their sharp
Wicked,crooked,jagged,spinless teeth.
I’m really okay.
I’m a good girl and stay quite.
Suddenly I’m slipping,
Slipping into that wonderful place.
Don’t worry.
I’ll be alright.
I’m going to Jesus now.