lies lie in the light

The shadow behind the moon,
the empty space in the corner.
the closet with the closed door,
and the pull from under the bed.
The voices that whisper, the floorboards
that creak....the image in the mirror
that is and isn't you.

The monsters that shadow you, follow you
watch you.

The ones that know you,

Every inch of your soul.

The ones mother claims won't
harm you.
The ones you don't talk about.

I see them, and I hear them. And there
is a fear that settles deep in my sternum
because I find the beauty in their truth.
The darkness of the eyes, windows to the soul.
I find them fascinating

I reach for the corners, hunger for the dark,
for the me that isn't me.

They don't lie to you about who they are, what they are.
they don't hide their true selves.

Ask yourself, who are those in the light
Aren't you scared? Those who pass by you with a mask on covering the truth...aren't you terrified.

Doesn't it make you shiver just a bit?
No, Yes?

Good.

Author's Note

Don't mind any mistakes please