there are monsters in my closet

[tintedclouds]

so i wrote this at 1 am

The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself; to be conquered by yourself is of all things shameful and vile.
-Plato


there are monsters in my closet
the terrified whisper of a child in the darkness of the night
i want to sleep with mama tonight
the desperate plea of a child in his oversized pyjamas
i'll close my eyes and pretend there's nothing
the silent prayer of a child on his mother's bed

the monsters stay there for ten years

there was never a monster in the closet
the resigned whisper of a teenager with a torch in his hand
i need to sleep on my own bed tonight
the shaky words of a teenager who grew to fit his pyjamas
i can't see the monsters because they were inside me all along
the quiet realisation of a teenager in his bed

there are closets inside me
he imagines
the monsters are in the closets inside me
he visualizes
i open these closets and let the monsters out of me
he wils

the monsters are gone.