Reeking Monsters

A thousand thoughts continuously cut off by the next.
Each one an insult to the owner they possess.
Another worry drifts about an unknown future,
a possibility of disaster that creates a fissure.
Not knowing if you can pull through,
all the judgement and doubt that shrouds you.
Flinching over past mistakes and shedding tears
for a shocked little girl that couldn't quite understand
why adults turned into breath reeking monsters.
Never afraid of the one under the bed.
There was one lurking down the hall,
drinking its sixth beer.







Winner of the 21st Annual Poetry Contest for Stark County Library (2020). Thanks for reading!


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