Monsters

07/10/18
By J.David

Cold sweat trickles down my face as I shiver and gasp for air. It’s the monster or
should I say monsters. These same creatures were hunting me for years when the light is
out and only the friendly roof stares at me. Hovering, grinning and stroking me while I lay
paralyzed. Wishing I was asleep and numb, I cried and voicelessly shouted, “HELP!”

No one’s there. No one cares.

So I took my sturdy, rectangular, light-giving and forever companion—my

cellphone. The light and people inside it talking to me shooed my fear away. No more
sleeping for now. And no more monsters… for NOW.

The ugly and dirty monster slowly caressed away my innocence. Dumbfounded,
I was clueless what had just happened. Only later on did I realize what that monster
had done to me. His presence defiles my thoughts and heart causing me to lust after
things heinously gross. I dread his coming. Often I ask, “Why me? What have I done to
experience such things? Why rip my innocence?”

The mean and insulting ogre always lingers around me. I’m his favorite subject.
All battered, bruised and broken; I curl in my bed and plead in tears. No one hears.
Hurling every painful word at me and making fun of that helpless girl. Every time she tries
to stand and prove herself, the ogre shots his sharp and piercing arrow. He targets not
just her body but her most fragile core. Bleeding, the girl continues with a bitter yet
braver heart.

The Ugliest is my favorite one. He told me he loves me and deceives with me

sweet words, but silently pierces my heart. The horribly pretentious one tears my inner
being with his precious words but leaves me all needy and worthless. He dwells on my
weakness, and glories in my desperation. I whispered, “He loves me, he’s the only who
loves me.” With his killing touch, I bury in pain alone.

She is the Boss of them all. In control of all the heinousness who lingers within me.
Impressing every morn and night, she makes sure these monsters torture me. Chained
and helpless, I was expectful and deserving of it. She allows them to rape every corner
of my being, leaving me all dirty, worthless and almost dead, but the worst thing about
it I will continue to lay there and wait for another attack thinking I deserve this.