Post by Castle Court Jester on May 13, 2023 0:49:21 GMT -6
The Closet
We all have something hiding in the closet.
Sometimes we can hear it scratching on the door from the inside,
wanting to get out and be free of its prison
which we have placed it in at the back of our minds.
Sometimes we hear it breathing next to our ear when we are in bed.
Its hot breath against our cheek
and then, other times we hear whispering
but we cannot quite understand it.
Softly starting, growing slowly in volume, in intensity
until it is literally shrieking right next to us in bed!
Or maybe it is we who is doing the shrieking in pain and insanity
as our heads feel like they are splitting in two!
And then it starts, the scratching from the closet begins again.
'scratch scratch....scratch scratch...'
O good! It is still locked away in safe keeping
but my how it grows more and more every day.
"hungry...feed me," we hear and this time we understand.
No. It was not a dream. Not a night-terror at all.
No. Not at all.
It is there and it has no plans on going away anytime soon.
And didn't that closet door just creep open?
Maybe just a little bit?
Perhaps we should go check it!
Perhaps not.
We might have to face it if we do that!
Oh, but we are going to have to face it someday.
Sometime.
After all, it is the one in control.
Certainly not we.
We are sweaty. Soiled.
It actually made us piss in bed!
We are like little kids lying there,
blankets pulled up,
eyes like saucers.
Pathetic.
It is laughing at us from its cage within our minds
and we are cracking because it wants to come out.
It wants to come out.....and play.
--msl2023
We all have something hiding in the closet.
Sometimes we can hear it scratching on the door from the inside,
wanting to get out and be free of its prison
which we have placed it in at the back of our minds.
Sometimes we hear it breathing next to our ear when we are in bed.
Its hot breath against our cheek
and then, other times we hear whispering
but we cannot quite understand it.
Softly starting, growing slowly in volume, in intensity
until it is literally shrieking right next to us in bed!
Or maybe it is we who is doing the shrieking in pain and insanity
as our heads feel like they are splitting in two!
And then it starts, the scratching from the closet begins again.
'scratch scratch....scratch scratch...'
O good! It is still locked away in safe keeping
but my how it grows more and more every day.
"hungry...feed me," we hear and this time we understand.
No. It was not a dream. Not a night-terror at all.
No. Not at all.
It is there and it has no plans on going away anytime soon.
And didn't that closet door just creep open?
Maybe just a little bit?
Perhaps we should go check it!
Perhaps not.
We might have to face it if we do that!
Oh, but we are going to have to face it someday.
Sometime.
After all, it is the one in control.
Certainly not we.
We are sweaty. Soiled.
It actually made us piss in bed!
We are like little kids lying there,
blankets pulled up,
eyes like saucers.
Pathetic.
It is laughing at us from its cage within our minds
and we are cracking because it wants to come out.
It wants to come out.....and play.
--msl2023
