The Pen That Drew Monsters

The Pen That Drew Monsters

The pen moved on its own,

sketching creatures

that should not exist,

pressing nightmares into paper.

I leaned closer,

and shadows poured

from the ink,

pressing cold against my chest.

Even the light bent,

folding around the creatures,

and I realized

the pen remembered fear.

Each line twisted violently,

folding claws into wings,

and I shivered

as the monsters leaned closer.

I tried to stop it,

but the pen drew faster,

pressing nightmares

into the edges of the room.

When I left,

the creatures lingered,

folded quietly

into the paper’s memory.