The Monster in your Bed

You built an iron fortress with a mile long fence
to protect yourself from the monster in your bed,
where they found you dead,
the walls covered in red.
The thing you loved most killed you in your sleep,
And at your trial she didn't even weep.





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Written on 2017-01-10 at 22:19

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A new take on "the sky is falling". Strange how people always fall for that. Nicely done.
2017-01-16


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I get this picture of what I've seen before and read about over and over again and again in real life and reflected the last poem you wrote-- the blight of the quiet plague. The metaphor is brilliant as red, and dark and cursing as death. It is as it is. Powerful!
2017-01-11