Monsters

This is a world where there are monsters
There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks
There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed.
There is one monster. He is my little one.
I talk to my little monster.
I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him.
I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster!
And he growls, oh boy does he growl!
And he wants something from me,
He wants my soul.
And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul
And as he eats my gleaming soul, I am one with him
And stare out his eyepits and I see nothing but white
And then I see nothing but fog and the white I had seen before was nothing but fog
And there is nothing but fog out the eyes of monsters.


Monsters, by Dorothea Lasky


I've been in plenty of places where I've been nervous and even scared of who or what might be out there. I've been in situations where I'm not sure I'm safe and don't trust someone who is near me. I have walked through dark streets where someone approaches me and I know what they want is not ok. I have also been in situations where I am that scary person. I have come up on people in lonely places where I know they wish I hadn't appeared. Sat in the back of some bus looking like I might not be safe to be around. Been part of a group that makes others nervous.

For the most part, I think I'd rather be scared than scary.