Monsters in the Closet

December 27, 2013

When I was small, with a countenance of innocence, I feared of foul fiends lurking behind my closet doors. Every tap of the trees on the windowpane, Every creak and groan of woodwork, Was but a precursor to an onslaught Of demons, sure to burst through from under the shoes In my closet. I’d never rise from the sanctuary of […]