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Morbid monsters
Stains on the floor once belonging in my veins,
A shattered heart and tapered mind,
Blood stained skin at midnight but in the morning I’ll be "fine",
Cruelty was my childhood and numb is the present,
When you loved so inconspicuously,
I was left alone,
My monsters they love me,
Never leaving my side,
They whisper sweet nothings of terror and dread,
I try to sleep but the kick at my bed,
Goodnight dear soul I know you’ve been tired,
Sleep now darling I’ll put us at ease,
The pain is no longer as I thank my monsters.
Published 29th Nov 2017
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29th Nov 2017 3:59pm
The imagery brought back some dark times but in a very vicarious manner--you've brought sweet melancholy again.
29th Nov 2017 6:54pm
29th Nov 2017 7:00pm
Maybe it just "is?" But, the reception is more important than the intention, so you'll have to figure that out.
29th Nov 2017 9:27pm
30th Nov 2017 7:27am
I remember many nights like this, and many mornings feeling oh 'just peachy.' You've captured it all very well young poet!
