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Monsters under the bed Poem by Carmen Tu Art by Lyan Abdul
I thought that the flashlight wasn’t bright enough, that they wouldn’t find anything, again. I worried that they’d walk out with a smile, leaving me to fend for myself — There’s nothing there. I wonder if they ever believed me: the bumps that startle me awake, the shakes that throw me to the floor, the bruises that mark me; Monsters as real as the pulse hidden beneath my skin — There’s nothing there. I worried that the machine wasn’t strong enough, that they wouldn’t find anything, again.
The Muse · Issue 10
