I don’t typically do this, but given the nature of the content in this poem, I feel it’s appropriate.
Trigger Warning: Implied Abuse
Keep them closed. Don’t open—
tightly now, and pretend your fear
is from a game. Any game that isn’t this.
When they visit, they come as terrors—
shadowed demons of people you loved.
Or thought you did. But now?
Now you keep them closed—
keep them closed and crack your teeth.
They don’t like it when you scream.
You wish they were monsters—
because you know those don’t exist,
not with their horns and scales and whispers at night.
But they are not monsters.
Not when they lie: “I love you.”
JKolasch
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