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Childhood Monsters

October 29, 2014
By s23732 SILVER, Wilmington, Massachusetts
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A monster
Lurking in the darkness
Peering at me through the wooden doors
Its eyes piercing into my soul
My childish eyes widening
My breath halting
My heart stopping
My deepest and darkest thoughts surfacing
The possibilities
Endless
The fear
Infinite
My footsteps like thunder
Trending across the cold wooden floorboards
My arm extending
My hands and fingers reaching desperately
For the safety
For the sanity
For the light
Flash
Caught in the closet doorway
A lifeless
Non-threatening
Inanimate
Shirt

© Donna O., Kannapolis, NC

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As a child, the darkness could turn anything into a monster.

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