5.12.2010: Monster Poem

Something lurks under the bed,
in the closet, in the darkest
corners of my room. I cannot
see it, or even smell it.
But I can certainly hear it-
hear its breathing, hear its
heartbeat. Sometimes I even
feel its hot breath on my
face when I sleep. But
when I sit up, I can see
nothing in the darkness,
but I can hear it- hear
its breathing, hear its
heartbeat, and I know
it is watching me.