
Our eyes cannot see
shifting away
avoiding the monster
under the bed
on the subway
living in its cookie cutter house
words fail
as our voices die
a shriek trapped
unscreamed
and we carry this horror
in our own minds
adrenaline at the ready
for every blind corner
every sudden sound
we cast off humanity
and become instinct
prey
scenting the air
ready to flee the hunter – Caroline A. Slee