Looking into the corner,
She cries at what she sees,
A monster hidden within the shadows
Mere pools of black,
Hidden within the backdrop's shades of gray,
It moves with ease.
Crawling towards her,
Crouching down, creeping on the creaking wood.
She closes her eyes
Wishing for it to go away
Suddenly,
Locks of her raven hair rise,
Long, cold fingers combing,
Combing and scratching,
Digging down into her scalp
Trembling with tears streaming down her face,
the moon illuminates its face.
Mere pools of black
Hidden within the backdrop's shades of gray,
Its face contorts
Into an ever-haunting smile.
She screams,
For it to disappear,
Silly little girl.
It will never disappear.
For every night,
It will come back
Mere pools of black,
Hidden within the backdrop's shades of gray,
The monster in the corner,
Is an image in her head.
No one sees it,
No one except her.
Alas,
Another night, sleepless
With the monster in the corner.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; any references to a person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.