Silver Monster
I never used to believe;
monsters existed only under the bed
or in the nighttime closet
until I met one in the color red.
Red that first was silver rich
I met him by accident
but he tasted what lay beneath.
Monster wants me permanent.
He took things before I had a say
he was my skins first kiss,
he wants me as his;
a monster with sharp silver lips.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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