there are monsters lurking
under my bed
they climb into my body
and into my head
they visit me
in the dead of night
the whisper in my ears
and make me want to die
YOU ARE READING
Letters to My Daughter
PoetryDear daughter, Now that you're old enough, I've decided to gift you my collection of poems. You're in your teens now and I remember how difficult that time was for me, how difficult it is for all young girls. I hope when you read through my experien...
