Don't Look Under the Bed

by StandStill   Aug 19, 2008

Don't look in the closet tonight,
for you may not like at all what you see.
Flicker the lights, on and off..
dying to witness to Bloody Mary.

The monsters under my bed are dripping,
they're sliding sweetly down the walls.
Every ragged whisper grasps me...
oh, how sweetly they appear to call.

Darkness seems so white tonight,
burning electricity like snow.
Just God and me, tonight, my dear;
that's what happens when you don't show.

Lilac walls smell like vanilla,
absolution of aspens and ponderosa pines;
every breath you try to take,
fingers tap-tap down your bitter spine.

Two thousand words plus one meaning, here,
can you feel it in your veins?
The monsters love the dark corners of my mind...
feed off of man-made pain.


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  • 10 years ago

    by Always and Never

    Wow, i really liked this poem. its like your fighting the demons in your self. its an epic battle, i can take this poem and use it for so many things in my life. i really loved it, im adding it to one of my favorites.

  • 10 years ago

    by BornAgainWriter

    Gabby, once again you knocked me off my feet, and now I'm stumbling trying to get up and get fully balanced. And, you haven't been writing good poems lately? ARE YOU SERIOUS? Like really. That poem was breath TAKING! I was literally gasping for air.


  • 10 years ago

    by InvisiblyHeartless

    This is eerie. I like how you are so descriptive but it scares me. I like this. And even if I could I wouldn't change one single thing. Amazing. =]


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