Little Girl's Bed Time StoryA Poem by karina y
Quiet little girl
The monsters aren't gone. They're watching through the windows, They're looking through the stars. And all your little toys they dance Like ribbons in the sky. So dark, piercing like holes in your Skinny little bones, oozing pores. You're 3, 2, 1 you don't know how to breathe These shards of glass they've been slowly Piling up, and you can't pick them up, Not with your gritty eyes or acid rinsed bones. Because you're still scared of the monsters That you keep seeing under your bed. But little girl did you forget, That there are mirrors under there. k.y © 2016 karina y |
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Added on January 13, 2016 Last Updated on January 13, 2016 Tags: dark poetry, poem, poetry, monster, depression, pain, love Author
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