Writing Prompt

There’s a monster under my bed A monster made of socks Of hair ties Of dust

And paper So much paper Where did I ever get so much paper? Crumpled sketches Scrap Paper Sticky notes Assignments and quizzes with Good grades Fine grades Try-not-to-think-about grades And notes from every high school year

And books So many books Some are tattered Some are borrowed— By now, just call them stolen Some a...

In the shadowed depths of my mind, they creep, Monsters born from thoughts I keep, Silent whispers, haunting cries, Twisting truths and crafting lies.

In the dead of night, they stir, Phantoms of the things that were, Regrets that claw, doubts that bind, Feeding on my fractured mind.

At night, when I am alone in bed, They whisper things inside my head. They tell me that I will never be enough, T...

there’s a monster under my bed, instead of asking mum to scare him off, i told her to sing to him, so he stayed, because i was lonely, and mum was not there, it was only, me, him, and my tears....

In the dead of night, when shadows creep, While the rest of the world is fast asleep, A monster lurks under your bed, twisted and grim, It slithers forth, creeping closer, inch by inch, It’s long, clawed fingers, tapping slow, Waiting for its time to hunt its prey.

Close your eyes and hold your breath, Pray morning comes, and saves you from death. For in the darkness, A monster with blood red ey...

There’s a monster under my bed. I hear it breathing. Feel it breathing. As if each breathe it takes, lifts me up ever so slightly. I can smell it. The same aroma I smelt not long ago, perhaps only 20 minutes ago some where in the house. My body is rigid with anticipation, adrenaline. I’m ready to pounce the first chance I get. I cannot let it win over me again, not again. Every day, every night, I...

There’s a monster under my bed I can feel his presence The heaviness of it makes it hard to breath His red eyes glare at me Waiting for me to drift to sleep So he can snatch me and drag me with him to his hallow home My eyes are shut now He slithers out of the darkness His body hovers over mine Although my eyes are shut I know he is there waiting for me I can feel his warm muggy breath on my skin...

There’s a monster under my bed Though it might just be my meds Like my mother and father said “Lilith, it’s all just in your head.”

The monster tells me these things The words make my brain sting I know I shouldn’t give in But thoughts continue to ring

My walls are painted white My bed coverings tucked in tight No other sign of living life Except for me speaking my fright

They held my ...