There is a monster in the doorway,
I see its silhouette.
Its outline, stance perfunctory,
a deceivingly harrowing vignette.
I am scared to look away from it,
affixed bolts into my eyes.
It’s confusing, a terror so pure,
yet I don’t want to hide.
This room could be a forest,
doorway a nest of trees.
The monster leaning up against,
is the one inside of me.