Closet of Terror
A horror poem about a child with night terrors
Tucked ‘neath blanket, flashlight gripped tight
A small child once more faces the night
Eyelids twitch, palms sweat, fingers tremble
There! Corner of eye, fierce creatures assemble
They lurk in the lee where shadows abound
Nooks and crannies where monsters are found
Fetid breath on cheek, wind from a hole
Rancid death smell, flayed bark from a bole
Find a new spot, a place more hospitable?
My corner is shadowed, my fear inimical
Shuffle feet, wring hands, ponder possible fate
What beyond night for my corpse doth await?
Blazing red eyes, insatiable hunger not sated
Wicked claws, fanged gums, meat appreciated
From floor where didst fall from sole of shoe
Stuck there this morning by dawns early dew
Errant leaf, stark veins crimson and narrow
Arises like phantom floating from its barrow
Wind sighs across loose house boards
It’s moaning the voice of grotesque hoards
Ghostly fingers feather light, leaf grazes my cheek
Swallow pounding heart, pulse rapid, outlook bleak
Will I be whole in morning when mother arrives?
Smiling as she kisses my cheek, love in her eyes
Slumber eludes me, dire harm a fearful anticipation
It’s only the closet, not a gateway to damnation
Pray for sun’s light a surcease to fear
Moms loving arms harbor a safety so dear
Tomorrow night once more to the breech
Can I sleep with you Mommy? Tearful eyes beseech
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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