No More Monsters Under My Bed

by: Francis Rebancos No More Monsters Under My Bed (Words conjured after “Monsters under my bed” by Shane Mariz Roslin)

by: Francis Rebancos (Words conjured after “Monsters under my bed” by Shane Mariz Roslin)

“Say your prayers, loud and clear, final goodbye is said “Say your prayers, loud and clear, final goodbye is said Sleeping, hiding, laying, whispering, planning, all under my bed.” These are the words I came to conjure Whenever I’m afraid of darkness pure. Sleeping, hiding, laying, whispering, planning, all under my bed.” These are the words I came to conjure Whenever I’m afraid of darkness pure.

Time passed and I got used to it Time passed and I got used to it Endless nights became my solitude and voices turned into music Endless nights became my solitude and voices turned into With little no time I made peace with these noises music

Sick little monsters are first from my choices With little no time I made peace with these noises Sick little monsters are first from my choices

Growingup Irealized we gotmonsters under our bed

Aschildrenwefearedthemandtendtosilencetheircalls Growing up I realized we got monsters under our bed

ButtodaywebefriendthemandfeedthemwithloveAs child we fear them and tend to silence their calls For they are the ones that never leave even as the dark night falls But today we befriend them and feed them with love

For they are the ones that never leave even dark night “Say your prayers, loud and clear, final goodbye is said falls Sleeping, hiding, laying, whispering, planning, all under my bed.”

These words I conjured four years ago, “Say your prayers, loud and clear, final goodbye is said

Helped me make peace with those souls. Sleeping, hiding, laying, whispering, planning, all under Wheneveryoneturnedtheirback, and everyoneleft, and no human listened, they were, my bed.” These words I conjured four years ago, Helped me make peace with those souls. No more monsters under my bed, with me. For they ascended beside me. Everyone leave. Nomoremonstersundermy Everyone turned their back.bed, For theyare now beside Everyone do not listen. me. But not them.

Illustration by: Jan Clyde Napiri