Closet

What lurks in the corners of your memory?

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Sibilant whisper

In my darkened bedroom tells

Me I’m not alone.

 

Monsters come as friends,

Promise you can trust in them,

Take whatever they want.

 

Small hands clutch blankets

Clumsy shields against the night;

They never can save you.

 

Even by day they wait

In playground corners, lurking:

Oh, he just likes you.

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