Hide

breathing
loudly.
never
has heart
pounded
against chest
with such
noise.
"they are coming"
I whisper,
but it seems
like a scream.
"hide! run!"
I order
with as much
urgency
as one can
say while
whispering.
hide-
all that I want
to do.
let mommy &
daddy & the
other adults
take care of it
while I hide
under the

covers,
fearful of

monsters.

monsters,

I think.

scaring my

children.

so much

they have to

understand.

and as I grip

the table,

someone,

or something-

knocks on

the door.