Make-believe

• Kirsten Haddow, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2017

I dream of the monsters
that writhe and seethe.
I dream of those,
of the make-believe.
The ones in the dark,
just out of sight.
With eyes that glow
and mouths that bite.
The ones that complain,
when you lay on your bed.
With their eerie groans
that fill you with dread.
But the one true monster,
that scares me the most.
Is the one to which,
I play host.