When I was a little girl,
I used to be afraid of
the monsters under my bed.
You know, the ones that
only come out when you
are looking in their direction
and have the job of scaring
innocent little children.
I imagined monsters with
poisonous tounges,
dark cold eyes, sometimes
with more than one face.
I imagined monsters
whispering noises
I couldn’t understand
just loud enough to hear,
to remind me they were there.
As time went by and I grew up,
I told myself they weren’t real.
And I believed myself
all these years
until I began to work with them.
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