Bedtime Story
Whispers from the Closet

Good night sweet tender child.
You’ve adventured all day long.
You’ll get tucked in and
soon begin
to dream a child’s song.
Feel safe inside your blankets.
A nightlight soon emits,
a glowing orb of light;
that’s cozy, calm, and white,
but tonight it’s on the fritz.
Close your eyes and just ignore,
the sounds under the bed.
The thing you thought a mighty roar,
was all inside your head.
And when you start to feel too hot,
don’t begin to fret.
There is no major monster plot,
there is no need to sweat.
Go ahead and slip on out,
I won’t dine to beg.
Just one little precious foot,
maybe one whole leg.
The scratch you hear among the walls,
is nothing to despair.
Just close your eyes and
wet your lips
to say your final prayer.
If you have your worries,
if you have your woes,
hide inside the closet,
walk on tippy-toes.
Good night sweet tender child.
I delight in dream-filled moans.
I watch and wait
for the right time
to devour marrow from your bones.
About the Creator
Amos Glade
Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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Comments (1)
I loved this - it is creepy cool