MUMB

In my childhood, a monster lurks beneath my sheets

This daunting abomination cannot be seen

Yet it creeps, it hisses and calls me by my name

Most nights my father would come in and save the day

"I'm so scared!"

I begged as his hands crawled under my skirt.

He then nods,

"Shush, my dear. Let's keep these things... quiet.

Shall we?"