— Inspired by Anne Sexton's poem, "Angel of Clean Sheets"
gathered by rough, grasping hands of descending dusk,
wild hair knotted, tangled, tumbled in wraths and wraiths of darkness
succumbed, surrendered to horrors unknown to a naïve, trusting child,
no matter how many grim fairy tales had shivered into flesh,
heard only through dim, drumming noises of a courageous, terrified heart
not all monsters lurk 'neath the bed or in the closet
but all come out at night
waiting for a shocked, silent wail
they know will not be answered
or remembered when light finally returned
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