
This is a dedication poem to a friend of mine on fictionpress Hate In The Form Of Passion. It's a dark stream of consciousness poem with a morbid twist that she enjoyed so much I will post it without revision. Best read after a scary movie or very late in
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror/Suspense - Words: 239 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 01-01-06 - id: 2081152
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Childhood terror
Reborn
Hurry Hurry Hurry
It's behind me
So close I can feel its breath
Frantic
Hurry Hurry Hurry
Scrambling up the stairs
It's so close
Screaming inside
Hurry Hurry Hurry
Terror surrounded by darkness
Slam the door
Barricade
Turn on the light
Wait for the sound of claws scraping
Scratching and skittering
Across this door
It wants in
It wants to burrow, crawl, eat, tear
Its way in
No matter how fast I run
No matter how well I hide
NO matter how much light
It will always be right behind me
I know
I always knew
That never kept me from running
Because it wants in
Into my reality
I remember once
Through the doorway of memory
Under the bed sheets
Cornered by fear
I decided to make it go away
I decided to become worse than my fears
To be scarier than the monsters
By becoming one
Childish
I wonder
If, deep down,
That's what makes real monsters
Trying to be scarier than the ghosts that haunt you
To be more of a monster than the ones that follow you
Perhaps it is because
Deep down
We already are
And that knowledge is the specter
That will always be scratching at our door
And maybe those of us who are the real monsters
Are those who stopped running
Those who opened the door
And let it in
3:56am
12/31/2005
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