The monsters in my closet
are growing cobwebs.
They cannot compete
with the monsters of my mind.
Thoughts so intrusive,
no demon can startle me.
I am my own nightmare.
The catacombs of my mind
are littered with the bones of broken dreams.
My fears lie dormant
in a sarcophagus of denial.
I cannot slay my dragons
because I cannot see through the fog.
I am the phobias
that I’ve forgotten how to spell,
amalgamated into
a necronomicon of a novel.
I shall ignite the libraries of my mind,
a brain built Alexandria,
my demons smoldering &
drifting as ash
along with the sands of time.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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