Poems

Part 23, by me

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There's a monster under my bed,
With claws and squinty eyes
He'll take the eyes right from my head
He'll turn me into pies
But I'm not scared

There's a witch in the cabin
With warts and a big nose
She'll take out a rust knife and start stabbin'
She'll pickle all my toes
But I'm not scared

There's a vampire in the wood
With fangs and lots of bats
He'll ravage the whole neighborhood
He'll keep our blood in vats
But I'm not scared

There's a zombie in the graveyard
With rotting organs and greenish-grayish skin
He'll chase us out, it won't be hard
He'll eat our brains with a grin
But I'm not scared

But that sad and empty feeling?
That shaky, trying-to-calm-down breath?
That crack in my voice?
I hate to admit it...
But that scares me