Poem: Monsters in My Closet
Mom didn't believe me
when I said there were monsters
in my closet.
They had lashing claws
they used to cling to the walls
and spiraling tongues
which lashed out and gnarled
themselves in the wallpaper design
She didn't believe me
when I said they'd lash out
- at her.
they were my friends
etched in my brain
like a crayola painting.
I'd open the closet at night
let them embark in my room
and blend with the walls,
the hardwood floor, the drapes
and my bed
their heads flung over my head
at night -- like gargoyles
ready to kill wandering trespassers
and mom didn't believe me
when I said the bright purples,
blue and reds in my room
were left by the monsters
-- in my closet
She didn't believe me when
she wandered into my room
one night
and they lashed out
She didn't believe me.
