monsters in the closet
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I am nine years old, and I fear the monsters.
They hide in my closet, under my bed, behind my curtains.
Their shadowy forms leer at me, laugh at me.
I flick on the lights, run to my parents' bedroom.
If I let you in my head,
Make sure to bring a lantern,
Some holy water and a bible,
If you have it handy
Don't open the doors;
You won't like what you find
There are monsters hiding there,
