monsters

i like my old bed,
the worn frame,
and the broken springs
in the mattress;
i am most comfortable there
because i know the monsters
living beneath it,
their cries lull me to sleep –

the old fears are the best fears,
for i know that torment
and the pain has become
a familiar friend.

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