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Monsters in my closet
Monsters underneath my bed
Monsters line the linings
Of the thoughts inside my head
A battle rages nightly
In the darkness of my room
I control the outcome slightly
Of its dark impending doom
I am master of the light switch
The procurer of the light
I can scratch away the itch
With the monsters greatest fright
But he controls my fingers
Keeps me imprisoned in my bed
Ensures the nightmarish deeds linger
Every time I crawl in bed
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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Oooo, this was creepy and fun! Loved your poem!
Another fabulous poem, Kelli! I love the way you describe your power as "slightly" . . . since you control the light but he controls your fingers! I remember lying paralyzed by fear in bed, too afraid to get up and run to the light switch! The best I could do is pull the covers over my head. (But that was last week. I am stronger now!)
This is so good, is the monsters are always there, I just have to not pay attention to them.
I love this, Kelli, even though I find personally that I feel quite at home with all the monsters surrounding me, real & imagined, lol.
love the rhythm, rhyme, and content...you are such a good poet !
Quite a dillema! Another good one, Kelli! Great cover image, too!