I was belly button high to hell
when the Nightman began
to collect blue eyes and white skin.
The monster didn’t have
a season for hunting.
If you came chill skinned
close enough to his paws
he dragged you into his den.
He baited his hook with blame,
hooked it into your dreams,
and stained your fear with his name.
When I became too tall, too loud,
too strong, I became invisible.
Nightmare didn’t like his prey
to grow taller than his threat.
There was no freedom in free.
Cobwebbed into secrets every bump,
every shadow, every creak
stirred my imagination the monster
would return to see if I still
had blue eyes and white skin.
©Susie Clevenger 2017