Halucinatrix Diaries...Monster 2
The monsters
manifest themselves
in clever wicked ways,
they think I cannot see them
wrapped in cellophane and haze
but I was taught in childhood
how to watch them in between,
the edges of the evening
and the tragedies I've seen.
Sometimes they wrap around you
like a shining shawl or cloak
sometimes they slither up your spine
and shimmer at your throat.
they're always at the window
or the corner of my eye
dancing in the darkness
with a silver alibi
for staying close to twisted souls
who don't know what to do,
you see I'm not afraid of them
for I'm a monster too.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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