as kids, we were often
reminded about the monsters
that lived underneath the
beds and shook the closet
as they came and went.
i believed them,
howbeit, i have
grown.
now, i look back to being
such an unguarded kid, and
i realize my parents haven't
warned me of monsters
that reside in my marrows,
swim away through my blood,
and sneak alcohol in my arteries;
i had to realize they need me
to be their home
wherein they successfully
eat pieces of
me.
YOU ARE READING
A TOAST FOR TEARS
Poetrythese are the crystal tears that will soon caress my marble statue
