The Holes in My Head
musemuggers story, well poem really.
Originally Posted 18/04/2004
Prompt #59 - Under My Bed
325 words
Frankly it scares the crap out of me...
The Holes in My Head
Under my bed there are monsters
a different one for each of my moods
and they know how to get the best of my fear
lying in wait from dusk ‘till dawn
I can hear them breathing under my bed
Under my bed the green one looms when I’m sick
his flashing white grin displays rows of teeth to gobble me up
and a mass of fur to steal my breath
given half a chance
I can hear him snuffling under my bed
Under my bed the red one lurks when I’m angry
her thin jagged frame conceals a core of malice
a scalpel of words to slice at my skin and shred me to pieces
given half a chance
I can hear her scraping under my bed
Under my bed the yellow one peeks when I’m lonely
his bright painted face and manic grin attempts lure me
with promises of games and sunshine and would drag me into darkness
given half a chance
I can hear him bouncing under my bed.
Under my bed the blue one wallows when I’m sad
pale and fluid, it feeds on my tears
its forlorn figure would wrap me up and squeeze me dry
given half a chance
I can hear it crying under my bed
Under my bed the monsters quiver when I’m not alone
fear of the one that seals my lips with quiet words, spat in whispers
drilling holes in my mind
he doesn’t need half a chance
I can hear them whispering under my bed
Under my bed the monsters call; come down and play with us
we’ll keep you safe for fear is fleeting
give us half a chance
they peek out from their places all smiles and big eyes
and they don’t seem as bad as the holes in my head
so I take a deep breath and I step from the ledge
gone to live with the monsters under my bed
Originally Posted 18/04/2004
Prompt #59 - Under My Bed
325 words
Frankly it scares the crap out of me...
The Holes in My Head
Under my bed there are monsters
a different one for each of my moods
and they know how to get the best of my fear
lying in wait from dusk ‘till dawn
I can hear them breathing under my bed
Under my bed the green one looms when I’m sick
his flashing white grin displays rows of teeth to gobble me up
and a mass of fur to steal my breath
given half a chance
I can hear him snuffling under my bed
Under my bed the red one lurks when I’m angry
her thin jagged frame conceals a core of malice
a scalpel of words to slice at my skin and shred me to pieces
given half a chance
I can hear her scraping under my bed
Under my bed the yellow one peeks when I’m lonely
his bright painted face and manic grin attempts lure me
with promises of games and sunshine and would drag me into darkness
given half a chance
I can hear him bouncing under my bed.
Under my bed the blue one wallows when I’m sad
pale and fluid, it feeds on my tears
its forlorn figure would wrap me up and squeeze me dry
given half a chance
I can hear it crying under my bed
Under my bed the monsters quiver when I’m not alone
fear of the one that seals my lips with quiet words, spat in whispers
drilling holes in my mind
he doesn’t need half a chance
I can hear them whispering under my bed
Under my bed the monsters call; come down and play with us
we’ll keep you safe for fear is fleeting
give us half a chance
they peek out from their places all smiles and big eyes
and they don’t seem as bad as the holes in my head
so I take a deep breath and I step from the ledge
gone to live with the monsters under my bed