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Mar 9
I'm scared of the night,
The end of the day, the life, the light.
I know I should revel in its beauty, the cloudless star-lit sky,
River-lakes lit with eerie phantasms,
Mist a cool kiss against my throat.
Instead I run, terrified, into light so bright it blinds and tears away every feeling, until fear itself burns brighter than the sun in the day.
What would the child say?
To the monster
that's scared of the dark?
Titled: The Monster Under The Bed
Written by
Elissaveta De'aviki
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