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There‘s a monster quietly hiding
under Jimmy‘s bed at dawn.
He goes to school and does his work
and doesn‘t think of it at all.
It‘s there when he comes back again,
the sun is out to sink,
hiding still in total silence,
moving not an inch.
And all he sees is two big eyes
that look at him from there.
They’re squinted tight to save themselves
from all the dying light;
when morning comes it sleeps so tight
and doesn’t make a sound,
but as it darkens in the sky
the rage in it will grow.
Jim found the monster sleeping once
under his windowsill,
right before the sun came out
and was set out to kill.
He named the monster Bastian,
he promised not to scream,
so long as it would help him, too,
to banish all his dreams.
The monster named Sebastian,
it wasnt really sure
what had happened on its path
to make it this way, too.
But wondering gets it not far,
it has such little time.
The sun is on her way again,
the moon has space to glow.
In the night its wildness grows
like plagues in metropoles,
like fire in a rain forest
the fire in him growls.
So many teeth and blood on claws
that sprawl on him like weeds;
Jim‘s room is left a battle ground
before the dawn is close.
And every morning Jim wakes up
to find his place a mess
of bloody bits and skin and tongues
and spit and broken bones.
He considers what they do,
what is and isn‘t life,
but wanders off into the bath
and calmly sorts his lies.