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.
Copyright © Leigh Nickolyn | Year Posted 2011
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