Monsters

They lurk.

They follow us into our dreams.

They invade.

They know as well, they know our darkness.

They manipulate our fears like a baker manipulates dough. Bending and stretching it until it is just right.

They say monsters aren’t real.

But who else hurts us? abuses us? discards us? abandons us?

Maybe I’m a monster.

But maybe you are too.

@famewwriter