Daily Cascade

My Monsters

Prompt:
On this day in 1962 Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett. I've included the song to inspire your monster entry today. Write either a story or a poem about monsters, any kind you want after seeing Pickett's facial expressions you should have lots of inspiration.

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My Monsters

Suddenly, when hours creep
I'm too scared and cannot weep
for his face twists in ways unknown
and his voice takes on a husky tone

I look in the mirror to see, no, it isn't him
with smiles cracked, carved with grim
but also me who grins from ear to ear
with lips curled, to hide my fear

Also, is a face with chin pulled tight
the nose a swirl of crooked fright
he puffs his cheeks, eyebrows too thin
some face he has, stretched like sin

My monsters growl, sigh, and snare
I try to look away, in despair
yet, they are not evil, but odd and free
my monsters are a part of me

When I look away, they disappear
but within my shadow, they're so near
like grief, lost hopes, bent and skewed
they keep after me, to me they are glued.