The Monster In My Closet
Awakened to the drums of the rainy night,
The rhythmic knocks at my closet door begin.
Whispering my name over and over
In my head.
Help me get out of myself!
The closet door swings open
And that Thing
With the flames that watch me
Steps out with a passionate walk.
White knives in his mouth
And his white chalk-like skin at
His chest pulsing with intensity.
Coming closer!
Can’t escape his power!
"Come to me!"
His strict orders come splashing
Into my ears.
The covers now at the foot of
The bed along with the
Tall, slender creature of loving malice.
"Tommy, stop it!"
"I am not Tommy."
So it wasn’t my imagination.
Sharp knives on his fingers
Tearing at the skin of my chest.
Flying out of the earthly case
And joining the light with flapping wings.