Monsters are not under the bed
monsters reside inside our head
gushing poison when we speak
shouting profanities when we're meek
not needing knives to stab and kill
not ropes nor shards, not a pill
demons aren't horrid horrors
demons we see in front of our mirrors
monsters are not under the bed
monsters reside inside our head.
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Artwork: Mix Media Art by Nela Dunato
Music: Red Ribbon Foxes [a fine frenzy---I dunno why, so don't ask]
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Ars Moriendi
PoetryEmpty spaces, dark places, death has many faces. Ars Moriendi "The Art of Dying"
