Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2012
As a small child, I would lay awake in darkness and fear.
A crowded world of little girls, shielding their tiny bodies
with blankets from the pitch of dark and the imaginary monsters within it;
I lay awake fearing, what was then, the reality of hellfire and demon possession.
That was my greatest fear.

Oh. And tigers.
Neurotica
Written by
Neurotica  Toronto, CA
(Toronto, CA)   
505
   spysgrandson
Please log in to view and add comments on poems