I Dance With the Monsters

I dance with the monsters At night I dance with the monsters, the ones from underneath the bed and inside the closet, we dance and sing and shout the night away, In voices that no-one here would hear anyway. At night I dance with my monsters, the rejects and the lonely that no one would approach, the scary ones they cry wolf about each and every night, the ones that they say make children cry and shout. At night I dance with the monsters, and they have never dared ask why, because no one has ever stayed as long as I, because monsters are only used by adults as a lie. At night I dance with my monsters, not by pity or threat, but because they are not the monsters, they are our friends and fighters. I do so because I have seen real monsters, they roam the earth so freely, not hiding in closets or under a bed, not in a shadowed corner or a shed. and they do not have sharp teeth or claws, they are the humans, full of guilt and flaws. Charlotte Renaut 18/01/2021