Creature

I hear the
crack
of the bones in it's
back.

I see the long
fingers
and the fear inside me
lingers.

He's back to
haunt me
but first to
taunt me.

His body is
black
and a face he
lacks.

He sits under my
bed
grabbing until the night's
end.

I close my
eyes
and try to hold back my
cries.

For he comes back
every night
and then disappears
at light.

Maybe there's nothing
under my bed
maybe this creature is
all in my head.