Literary Magazine

Javier Molina - Nov 11

 Under the Bed

Anxious, sweaty, and feeling uneasy
As for the third night in a row this nightmare has overcome me.
In this dream, a monster comes out from under my bed
And drags me down to this black, void-like, sea.
Waking up screaming and yelling, seeing my father in the room.
“Are you okay? Bad dream again?” he exclaims in a pity-like tone.
What's wrong with me? Why do I feel this pit in my stomach?

“No Dad, I’m fine, just a bad dream.” I say feeling deja vu.
I watch as my Dad notices my eyes glaring at the floor and looks under the covers.
“Nothing under here, please go to bed!” I sense the frustration in his voice.
I gape a smile as he walks away. Hoping he doesn’t sense my horror.
Something’s wrong. Why did he walk in here? How did he walk in here?
Am I going crazy? These nightmares are truly getting into my head.

As I toss and turn, yearning for sleep, the smell gets worse and worse.
It’s been getting worse, yet I can’t find the courage to bury the hatchet.
He’s been dead for almost a week, and I still feel his presence.
He’s been walking in and out of my room. Is it really him?
I could’ve sworn I kept his corpse under my bed,
But sometimes I feel his soul coming out to play.
Waiting for the day I don’t wake up from the nightmares so he could get me back.

Ashley Gruber - Nov 11

Monster Under the Bed

Creeping, crawling, cover your toes;

Or he will come get you, your most frightening foe…