Being on your own
being intimate with oneself
in silence
and still...

...enables the monsters to emerge from their shadowy places,
to egress from their hidden agendas,
from their porcelain, painted masks...
out into the free air to indulge in one's fresh flesh...

much like monsters who hide in closets.

And you'd call Mother and swear and swear
you could see, hear, smell them in full
in that ****** dark thing
with the creaking door...

but when you implore Her to look,
she finds nothing
but a fluffy stuffed pink bunny...

But O She leaves again and there they are.

Ready and salivating to reveal their evil templates
and in all their glory watch you squirm over the knowledge.

And they watch you, tell you things about yourself-
things you've tried to ignore all this time...