the monsters in my childhood closet
seem to have swallowed me whole
or is it I who have engulfed them?
their angry, spiteful, vicious bile
regurgitates from within my soul
to spew forth hateful venom
attacking my foe's weakest illusion
of himself; or is he friend?
never again, nevermore.
Copyright © 2002 by
Shawn Murray
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