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so here you are the room is dark it lacks the comforting familiar smells they've left you here with the Monster you hear them speaking in lowered voices time moves forward but doesn't pass you wait them out each and every moment is a the tongue of dread which speaks no words how did this happen you let your seams rip and show have you tried too long to hide from the Monster you know It you call Him pain He's not a friend but He's very persistent how He's moved on in turned your body into His own personal workout: your nerves misfire burn and sere becoming barbed wire as they pinch and twist into boring deep jolts of sinuous rapid electricity writing this all down now has become a prayer of intercession no more pretense and pretending to be someone you cannot be the brave mask must go back to the store you will not wear it anymore in the past when It came at night the Monster chewed you up you were terrified you decide here in the darkness its quiet enough for you to find yourself again and surrender the kind voices are now just outside the gleaming door and so might be an answer. ******** legal copyright for this poem and also for this writer Melissa A Howells/and also for this legally copyrighted site title MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD THIS IS A POISON-LETTING POEM I'VE WRITTEN IT TO LET IT GO. Vote for this poem |
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