it likes you
and it’s breathing
it can smell you on his
breath and now
it hungers
yes, it wants to feed
on you
oh, god, it’s
breathing
and you’re running
but escape is not an
option when it likes you
like it does
and it can smell you
on his breath and
it is hungry
like every monster
always is
the sieve and the sand 
At four who would’ve ever thought the monsters in your wallet would be worse than the ones under your bed. No wonder ma and pa always said ‘shut up, there’s worse things.’