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Monster In the Night

As I slowly climbed the stairs to bed discrepant thoughts surge in my head. For it would not be long before my bedroom door  would slowly open As it usually did;  an omen of what would come. Hot draughts of rancid breathing, upon my neck; which always reeked of beer,  or sometimes stale Darjeeling. Then, subsequently sated; It would slowly whisper in my ear; "Unless you want  I see your little brother too, Don't you go and tell your mother,  dear."

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Date: 12/19/2021 1:48:00 AM
Wow…. Terry that is such a powerful poem with message loud and clear! Very well written. I’m so sorry you and your little brother suffered terribly at the hands of “It” an horrendous act. Big cuddles for those two little boys. Debx
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Date: 11/20/2021 4:04:00 AM
Child molesters are monsters Terry, especially smelling of beer, and telling the victim not to tell their mother, I’m afraid this is the only scenario that leaps out to me from your poem, unsettling but a brutally honest read, cheers David
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Date: 11/19/2021 4:13:00 PM
I really got confuse with this verse, Terry. Is it a monster or is it a molester? Both are frightening.
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Terry Miller
Date: 11/20/2021 1:26:00 AM
Thank you for your visit Eve, It isn't very comforting, and the ambiguity is intentional.
Date: 11/19/2021 3:09:00 PM
Very scary Terry - a truly intimidating and terrifying experience for a child. Very well done Terry.
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Date: 11/20/2021 1:29:00 AM
Thank you, Sam.

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