I was always told to play with dolls
and other pink-frilly, girly things
but that was no adventure
so,
I played with bows and arrows
catapults and guns
rode my bike and
shot all the bad guys
because that
(to me)
was excitement.
We were never read to
No bed time stories for us
real life was the nightmare anyway
but I was always a dreamer
and at night in that twilight time
another world existed between
half awake and dreams
A whole different reality.
Everything lived there
monsters in their lair
monsters in your hair
creeping
crawling
scratch the itch and giggle
at their silly faces
or maybe shoot a few if they
dare try to eat you
but always remember
NEVER, EVER, NEVER
let your foot dangle over
the edge of the bed
or,
those monsters that live
beneath it can grab your ankle
drag you under
and,
you may never be seen again.
~*~
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