Flash Fiction Frights: The Monster
Every night, he needs to be fed.
I'm old enough to know that monsters don't exist.
But the one in my room does still persist.
During the day, he is sound asleep
At night, he gets up when I begin to weep.
I feel its claw on my skin
Its fur is long but very thin.
I can hear him growl when I speak to him.
He doesn't like that I am always grim.
I know he means me no harm
As he touches my arm.
He doesn't like it when I stay silent,
When my partner can be so violent.
One Night when I couldn't bear it anymore
He leaps out from under the bed with a heart-stopping roar.
I close my eyes, although I can hear
The pleas and the cries etched in fear.
The monster returns under the bed.
It has been fed
It's the last time I feel any dread.
And it's the first time I feel peace instead.
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