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You are the monster under my bed peering through my mattress setting in motion acute terror. Your mark looms ever present like old impressions in memory foam.
You are the monster outside of my window waiting for me for hours in the early morning existing in present tense. Your glare fixates on me through the curtains with malice and resentment disguised as affection.
You are the monster in my imagination snapping an arm in two as if it were a wishbone and pummeling a young girl until she bleeds on the inside. You watch as they glue her back together only to break her again.
You are the monster in my nightmares slithering down alleyways chasing me in susurrous murmurs smelling of liquor and methamphetamine.