I've become something wicked over the years
The monster under your bed
You ripped off my skin, so I grew back scales
Every time I bled
Haunting both your past and present
Searching for my soul
I'll tear the ground to find my corpse
The innocence you stole
I'll dig up your grave to find my bones
Secrets living within my mind
Because I'm still fighting all your ghosts
The ones you left behind
Do you know what I became after my death?
I see the world in red
You killed a girl, but fear her ghost
I'm the monster under your bed.
YOU ARE READING
Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
