I always had a fear of the dark.
Now as an adult, for different reasons.
Before it was the childish belief that there indeed
were monsters that lived under the bed,
or in the dark and damp cellar of your home.
Creatures that lived in shadow, waiting for you
to turn out the light before they consumed
their favorite meal.
Now I would like to say I have become wiser.
I no longer check under my bed,
I still don't like the cellar.
Spiders and dirt aren't my thing.
And yet, as I walk to my car late at night
I still am afraid.
Because monsters exist in the darkness of the
They can have the face of any man.
Monsters that would stalk a parking garage.
A dimly lit street.
A back alley.
These creatures don't have claws,
or red eyes,
Oh the hungry hands they will use all over you
until they consume you in the way all women
and then leave you for dead
if they can contain themselves that much.
Yes I am terribly afraid of the dark.
Monsters are very real.
Sometimes I wish I only had to check under my bed for the imaginary kind.