The monster is loose,
Coming for you.
The ones you love don't
See it,
Hear it,
But you do.
The clack
Of claw against wood
Bites your ears
In whispers.
Turn up the volume,
Regina is singing.
There's nothing you can do.
There's something you can do.
There's nothing.
Clack, clack,
Here comes the attack.
A growl turns heads,
Wets beds;
They see it,
They hear it.
It slashes and they scream,
It comes for you and then it leaves.
Just a dream, just a dream,
There's nothing you can do.
Author notes
Inspired by my mother.
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