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The Monsters Above My Bed

written by: Joyfrida Anindo



You might have pulled me out of the fire
But I won’t soon forget its smell
Or the dancing flames as they licked my bones
I was an angel when they took me
Now the flames have turned me into something unfeeling
My hands are numb even though I am told they are shaking
I lost so much, and you watched it happen
You repeat to yourself that you did all you could
That you were just a few minutes late
Any later and I would have been a pile of ash
You try to convince me that you would never leave me
That my skin will never feel the lick of the flame again
You forget that I was conscious when they came for me
When you all stood by and watched as I got taken
Murmuring among yourselves that sacrifices had to be made
And yet you tell stories to your infants
About the monsters that live under their beds.

Joyfrida Anindo

Joyfrida Anindo

Joyfrida is a short story author and poet from Nairobi, Kenya. When she’s not making strangers cry with her writing, she’s most likely at work, reading a book, cooking, or hanging out with her progeny.
Joyfrida Anindo

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