Monsters Under My Bed Poem by Austin Warwick

Monsters Under My Bed



I can hear the snarling.
The taste of blood keeps you going.
Your eyes are the color of fire,
your nails are black as the shadows.
Big and scary.
Your breathing gets heavier,
as I get sweatier.
Praying that you go away...
Yet you still stay

Thursday, February 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: demons
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Austin Warwick

Austin Warwick

Montgomery Alabama
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