Monsters

You were just another

monster running around my head

I've loosened the vice grip

bolted around 

my crumbling life

I'll pitch you in a box

lock you up instead

wrap it in plain brown paper

slide you under the bed

the refuge I sought to hide

now, you'll rot away inside

I'll never think of you 

once all the broken pieces

of your imaginary

constructed life

the devastation

you've wrought

are stuffed inside

K. B. Silver