a patchwork quilt of maybes and almosts ✓

monsters

oooooh shivers! i have such a phobia of the dark it's kinda sad. please read, vote, comment, share, follow if you want to read more of my poetry or you enjoyed this one! i love y'all so much, thanks for reading! special thanks to Bruhimkelly, yalieen_, sssunshine1, Stressedflower4, leolantsov, -Obscuresparrow-, metupintheafterlife, ProlificScribbler for reading my last few :) it means a ton to me!

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it casts a

shadow

on every

sunny day

the way the

moonlight

creates

monsters

out of

nothing

out of

ashes

in a fire

a single

ember

burns

like the eye

of something

otherworldly

and hellish

twisted hands

grope along

pale walls

in candlelight

every

shadow

comes

alive

killer clowns

and men with

masks

creep silently

through the

halls

creaking floorboards

and squeaky doors

make you jump

but there is something

stirring

inside you

that speaks

softly

venomously

like the hissing

of a snake

because perhaps

you wear a

smile

as your mask

and blush

instead of a

red nose

but your hands have

held a knife

have drawn

blood

from smooth skin

and your toes

have lingered

at the edge of a roof

glanced around

once

twice

you didn't jump

but you considered it

for a second

and maybe

that makes you

the most

monstrous

monster

of them

all