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Poem: Monsters in My Closet

Updated on August 8, 2011

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.

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    • liljen23 profile image

      liljen23 6 years ago from Shreveport,LA

      Robin,great poem.. Keep it up.. Thumbs up..

    • Nefarious_Misery profile image

      Nefarious_Misery 6 years ago from on the move

      Loving it. Had to read it twice.

      Voted up and awesome.

    • ahorseback profile image

      ahorseback 6 years ago

      Robin , you really must paint over that wallpaper dear, its iving you strange thoughts , But I like them!LOL.......:-}