Twas sordid that thought
Midwinter handed a lit
Oil lamp
Glowing
Showing the way outside to the shiny black paint of
The toilet door
Lift the latch....clunk! as your eyes scoured the darkness the bushes
For bogey men, trolls and murderers
Place lamp on window sill
Put small buttocks on the winter chilled toilet seat
Heart beats at a quickened pace
As a small scared face gazes
Out
Eyes foraging the white painted walls
For spiders and daddy long legs
Anything that crawls
And flys
And eats small, small children
Eyes down on two chubby little legs
Distant from the floor
And go girl go!
As quick as you can
As the sounds and rustles blown outside are
Definitely
The bogey man
He's coming after your guts and gore
Push little lady and try to be gone
Before
The doors ripped off its hinges
And you are dragged into the abyss
And they will all read about
The little lost Miss....
Ill settle with my memories and a warm bowl of Cream of tomato Soup..........oh what imagery! , really amazing with utmost perfection in explaining fact employing wonderful tools of precision f t, thanks dear Karen for sharing
lolzzzz...the demons that reside within us....howl and scream...wail like banshees and rip our heart out and hey you made such a fun writing it...beautiful....loved it :)
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I would like to translate this poem
I have never read such a gripping account of a trip to the privy. You are probably a stronger person because of your earlier experiences. Hang in there, gal. Your writing is great