So monsters really do exist. I know.
They do. I saw another one last night.
I’d gone to call the dog, and there it was.
It wasn’t my imagination. No.
I stood and watched it as it walked right past
my feet. The thing was close enough to touch,
but it ignored me. Treated me as if
I wasn’t even there, like I’m the myth
and it reality. I wonder if
there possibly could be some truth to that.
If we are merely figments, nightmares, dreams
that will be banished with the rising sun.