It's My ClosetA Poem by Clara KevieDon’t look at my closet. It’s messy and I don’t want it cleaned. Keep
the door closed. Listen
and see if you can hear The
screams within of the fiend
Don’t
touch my closet. You
might feel claws scratching From
the other side… as if… It
wants out… keep it in.
Don’t
open my closet. Let
centuries of mold fester within. Maybe
the toxins released will bother you… You’ll
get used to it.
Don’t
go in my closet. You
don’t care what’s on the other side. If
it’s deadly, lethal, poison… Leave
it alone; it’s mine. © 2014 Clara Kevie |
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Added on October 5, 2014 Last Updated on October 5, 2014 Author
Clara KevieAboutI'm a student with occasional desperate moments of figuring myself out. I write mostly casual whimsical fleeting thoughts. PM me; I take requests :) I'd appreciate if you left constructive fee.. more..Writing
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