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Monsters In My Closet

Monsters in my closet

A dream
Of a small girl
On a gray 
Rainy day
Swinging
On a broken swing
With a music box
Playing a creepy 
Repeating beat.

She slowly
Stops
With her head
Twisting towards me
With soft eyes
And a ghoul's tongue.

Quietly singing
A lullaby
As her head
Returns to its normal place.

I awake 
In a cold sweat
As this memory haunts me.

The girl,
The abandoned girl,
Was left by everyone.

Including me.

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Gordon Joe Orton Kyle Ralston July 25, 2011 at 11:46 AM The ending hits so much and the content is short, sharp and creates such an effect, I love it :) Kyle

Kyle Carlson July 25, 2011 at 12:59 AM WOW! This is a tremendous piece of writing...BRAVO! - Kyle