night fright

at ten you
were finally
convinced that
there were no
monsters
under the bed,
no ghosts
flying about,
or bloody ghouls
hiding
in the closet,
there were
no chained
lost souls
rattling in
the attic dragging
bones across
the floor boards,
but there was
your little brother,
grinding his
teeth in
the bed next
to you
and that was
scary enough.