Door shuts behind me

Might the monsters

Crawl out

Under the bed

With screaming

Words

Instead my head

And under my bed

They stand in front of me

Sharping their nails

Like knifes

Pointing at me

Till

“Baby I’m here”

She says

I she hopes the door

The monsters disappear

As she crawls into bed

And kisses my forehead

“Good night”