The Bengay Monster Ruins My X-Mas

I was around four when the Bengay Monster Man came into my dreams. He always got in our home thru the chimney. He would rush at me with his club bent on inflicting me with bolts of stabbing pain. He was the Evil Elf that came after Santa and his Elfs paid us a visit. He used Santa to get me. I was terrified! Why me?

Seeing the sleeping child with a demon on top of her while she slept was too much for me. Peter Pain was the demon lurking inside Peter Pan. I was introduced to the Dark Side. I saw at an early age life was a duality, that with good things, came a curse! When I was thirteen I wrote this poem.

I am pain
pass me by
Sweep me from your stoop
like persistent dust
and hope the wind will carry me

But like the wind
I will return
and lay patiently at your door
till your tears betray you
undo the latch
and let me in