Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

He Is a Monster Man

He is a monster man, all kinds of greens.
Oranges and yellows even. He glows in the dark.
I thought my eight-year-old was exaggerating.
Could not fathom such a phantom
Until he walked out of her closet
while I was reading her a bedtime story.

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Bill Baker February 8, 2022 at 4:32 PM A real imaginary friend? woah. Interesting tale, my friend. Write On! Bill Caren Krutsinger February 8, 2022 at 9:50 PM Thank you Bill. I like scaring myself.

M. L. Kiser February 8, 2022 at 2:12 PM OOh, I'm glad I always locked my closet door as a kid. I wouldn't want that thing coming out while I slept. Clever pen. Caren Krutsinger February 8, 2022 at 9:50 PM I wish my closet had a lock!

John Lawless February 8, 2022 at 8:58 AM YIKES!!!! Caren Krutsinger February 8, 2022 at 9:51 PM I smile with fear

L Milton Hankins February 7, 2022 at 7:50 PM At that point, I'd still be running!!!! You make a bedtime story come to life... really! Caren Krutsinger February 8, 2022 at 9:51 PM Thank you Hank