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horror, poems

Monster Muse

I will shut my eyes as I kick the door,
Closing it and resigning me to
S O L I T U D E
At least for now and only now

The noises in this corner of my world —
Sometimes they become too much
I get tangled, all choked up
I don’t even know what I’m struggling against

Now I sit on this scratched
But well-polished oak desk
It’s smaller than I imagined
But I am writing away, nevertheless

The clock on the wall does its job
T  I  C  K – T  O  C  K,  TICK – T  O  C  K
TICK-TOCK,  TICKTOCK!
My time here is up

But I remain seated in this frayed red chair
I continue writing until I no longer feel my fingers
Seconds, minutes, hours — What are those?
I write, write, write away

I’m afraid I have trapped myself in here
With a monster I must feed.
Nouns and verbs, verbs and nouns
Adjectives and more. Others more

The clock on the wall does its job
T  I  C  K – T  O  C  K,  TICK – T  O  C  K
TICK-TOCK,  TICKTOCK!!!
My time here is up

But I’m afraid, my dear, the monster
Is near and I must feed it
The words become stories
And stories become me

TICKTOCK!!!!!!!!
My time here is up
But there’s a monster who
Has been feeding on me.

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About Anna

A 30-something female awed/delighted/floored with anything horror. Known to kick-start her days with coffee. Indulges in chocolates, blogging, writing, and reading. Attracted to the offbeat and the quirky / the odd and the strange / the weird and the eerie.

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