He wore a human face and smelled of cigarettes and beer
Nicotine stained fingers,body odour stench the monster is here
Tears on a child's pillow bloodstains on my skin
No respite no rescue possible as the monster dealt his sin.
Beneath the blur of darkness he feasted,had his fill
I remained silent no movement ,deathly still
Night after night this routine was repeated
This child fought a monster and has emerged undefeated.
Matt Earl 2019