Sicko

by Amo Jones

“Check beneath your bed tonight, Duchess.” He leans down until his lips are near my ear. “Because I will be the monster lurking beneath it. Everywhere you go, I’ll be there. Who you talk to, I’ll know.”

Darkness welcomed me during a time that I needed to feel safe, now I bathe in it to keep me sane. Light doesn’t give a fuck about the damned, so with the damned, I stayed.

Sexual abuse comes in all colors of the rainbow, it’s not just black and white. He continues his assault.

There’s no point saving the doomed, because the doomed don’t know how to exist without the curse that they’ve been under once they’ve been there for too long.

A well-made lie will continue to burn the tip of your tongue well after you’ve been fed truth.

People expect monsters to come in nightmares, while forgetting to protect their dreams.