Monster

Bolero does something to me
when it plays I am un-Ravelled
resting my head
upon upon my father’s knee
ready to sleep…
at peace with the monster.

The lilting tune,
the rustle of drums
edge this old heart
like that old shirt
I still cannot discard
hidden deep within my closet.

There is a monster
inside my closet
that has taken my heart
on lease
and every where I turn I find
wild eyes following me.

You know, every heart has a monster
waiting to pounce
waiting to reach out…
the door creaks open
just a little bit more.
Oh, keep that cupboard locked!

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. rosemawrites says:

    oh. a chilling piece.

    Like

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