Monsters Inside the Bed

She shuts the door
Her feet clap against the floor
Mama’s mind is not with me, it is with something more
The crack of a soda can
This falls into his plan
I made myself tan
The monster hates dark skin
He must be the darkest to assure his whim
From this hell I cannot swim
My closet door creaks, red eyes emerge
The bed shakes and I purge
He is thirsting with the urge
Skin begins to peel
My innocence he seeks to steal
I am his next meal
Childhood is lost with each touch
Gripping bed sheets, knowing it is too much
Eyes close, searching for something to clutch
It is gone, the feelings are lost
He worries not about the cost
My dreams are tossed
They say monsters lurk under the bed
Bursting with multiple eyes and heads
Scaring us until we are dead
Little do they know
We are deer pierced by bow
From hunters named Uncle Moe