Monster in My Closet
By Michael Vanderhoof
There's a monster in my closet,
after Mom has kissed goodnight.
There's a monster in my closet,
when Dad turns off the light.
The monster's hands will cover me,
every hour in the night.
When the morning starts appearing,
It will disappear from sight.
This night will be so different,
as I hear the closet door.
When the blankets have been pulled away,
I will be a victim here no more.
This time I am ready,
I thrust a knife deep in “his” chest.
I know I did what's right this time,
I did what I thought best.
No more monster in my closet,
or any secrets to keep sealed.
Now the hunter became the hunted,
and the truth is now revealed.
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Author:
Michael Vanderhoof (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2016 14:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Well, this is short story poem, outside my usual 19th century Gothic style I usually write, but still dark and highly motivating reading... This is the poem most college students want me to read in class as a guest speaker this time of year. Not always the ending they think... Some people think this is about a boy, and others have the heroine as a girl...either way, it is a poem about how a child fights back from a \"REAL\" monster in the closet...
- Category: Gothic
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Comments6
I could imagine that this is how my Ex feels...
Great write
Welcome
Great poem. Brave boy!!
Your message came through clearly and by morning some one was going to have a knife in the chest. And yes boy/girl--mom/dad/ uncle Fred. Thanks.
Looking Forward to it. Check out Augustus when you have a chance.
In my opinion this speaks volumes. As a child who went through abuse, you really pull at the heart strings
Loved this!
You’re brilliant!
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