The Closet Held Secrets

The closet held secrets
    his deepest fears
  It hadn't been opened
    in nigh on ten years

  He'd painted it over
    sealed it so tight
  its eerie green glow
    flickered ghost-white

  A note found years later
    under the bed
  Warned of aliens captured
    their arteries bled

  Alas, what sick heads
    some humans possess
  To tell tales like this ~
    grinning skulls bodiless
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Eslinger Avatar
November 29, 2022 at 2:48 PM
Eeeeeeeew! Yikes! Well, it Does sound like a true episode from one of the series on cable my Jim watches which go from silly to creepy so I keep my headphones on listening to audible! Hahaha. You aced this one!
Wolf Avatar
November 29, 2022 at 3:26 PM
Lived in 'Hitchock Hall' first year of college. Must have imbibed some 'Alfred Hitchcock back then. lol. ~ Strictly Psycho
Baker Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 3:11 PM
Mysterious poetry is this one, Gershon. Secrets are meant to be kept secret. :-) Bill
Wolf Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 7:23 PM
Keep the lid on the box, as they say, eh?! :) gw
Rodrigues Avatar
November 15, 2022 at 11:46 AM
Wow, this is great! A fave!
Wolf Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 7:23 PM
Thank you so much for the fave, Kim!
M  Avatar
November 15, 2022 at 12:00 AM
Mystery, a little scary and a twist at the end…..what more could you ask for?? Bar of chocolate perhaps! Great poem B.B….Debx
Wolf Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 7:20 PM
Ha, ha! 'Bar of chocolate.' -- always the icing on the cake. ~ Cherry on Top
George Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 9:29 PM
Great flow and rhythm.... dear gershon. Let the fears locked in the closet remain there ! Like Pandora's box, if opened, they will create havoc
Wolf Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 7:24 PM
Exactly. Lid on the box; stiff upper lip; no laundry hung out to dry in public. ~ Gershon
Forbes Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 8:08 PM
The sing-songy cadence of this and it's surprise twist ending are perfect yin and yang. :-)
Wolf Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 8:20 PM
Bwa-ha-ha... Dial 'M' for Murder...
Hankins Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 7:39 PM
Oh dear, this brought back awful memories of watching the biopic on Jeffrey Dahmer!
Wolf Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 7:56 PM
Perfect, Milt. Mission accomplished ~ Werewolf
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