She's the Monster Under My Bed
I pieced together the clouds in the sky
and they were so perfect
God asked me to paint the night
So many stars, I broke the sky
I broke the sky
With dainty hands, ripped open the sky
You can see it at night
I assembled the ocean floor
so clean and calm and cool
The starfish loved it,
the monsters smashed it in
My monsters smashed it in
Beautiful creatures, collapsing it in
Deep trenches and shallow sand
I’ll never do it again
Never do it again.
The mirror glass, a passage to
the monster that I would have found in you
With the light on, she can’t come through
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: