When I was little, a voice in my head, said.
“there’s a monster underneath my bed”

Not liking the fear that he gave.
A part of me was his slave.

I needed to be brave.
Look him in the eye.

It was time for a monster hunt.
Not knowing the word confront.

Eye’s closed.
Stick my head under the bed.
Open up after three.
There was nothing there to see.