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Jun 2017
when I was young there were monsters
under the bed
under the stairs
certainly in the cupboard
only at night
never during the day
I never saw them
fanciful creatures
of fur and gnashing teeth
they disappeared with sleep


where I am now there are demons
at work
at my table
strolling around
during the day
I see them everywhere
they pass for beautiful
perfectly coiffured razor wire
smiles and poisoned kisses
hell has opened its gates
and I am wide awake

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Journey of Days
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Journey of Days  Australia
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