The Monster

They told her monsters aren’t real

They checked under the bed

In the closet

But they forgot the check the room next door

They never told her that the monsters

Could be someone she knew

Someone who seemed nice

Who gave her gifts

She could never escape

This monster

The one in the bedroom

Down the hall

She looked at her parents

Dressed in black

Crying

Grieving

She looked at herself

Laying in her red dress

Sleeping

Sad

She looked at herself 

Wearing what the monster

Gave her

She wanted it gone

She trying burning it

To take it off

But her hand couldn’t grab it

She wanted her mom

But she couldn’t reach her

Give her a hug

Tell her it’s okay

She went home

Saw her family,

Saw the monster

And her little sister

She screamed 

And yelled

Tried to tell them

That the monster was there

They sat in black

While the monster was there

A week passed 

Than the man became monster

She followed him

Into the room

As the man became monster

The monster was near her sister

She grabbed him

Made him turn around

Placed her had over his heart

Made his heart fail

Lungs collapse

Breathing gone

Going cold

Her little sister was safe

From the monster 

Her little sister cried

Her parents ran in

Her little sister 

Told them of the monster

The family didn’t grieve

Acheri, the little girl

Travels the word

Taking friends 

Killing monsters