Monsters

Can't eat. Can't breathe
Most of the time I'm afraid to sleep.
Window open, fresh air.
How long would it take me to fall down there?
Would it hurt? Would I bleed?
Would it even put me to sleep?
In closets, under beds,
No, my monsters are in my head.

Tight rope, loose noose,
Come on just need a little boost.
Cool water, warm blood.
Could I stay under long enough?
Drink the Kool-Aid, follow the group.
Do everything the voices tell you to.
Long nights, more screams.
I'm coming apart at the seams
In closets, under beds.

No,
My monsters are in my head.

~Helen Alexandria