Flashing, pulsing
violent dance floor,
it’s been a long time
since I was caught up in your rhythm.
Darker insides,
hidden away,
rejoice and revive
as they lick up the lavish feast
wrought fresh by your siren’s song.
Drowning a thirst,
long since considered quenched,
I am not drunken of wine,
but of life…
once abandoned and wondering
why I ever left.
Then it screams,
haunting voice,
raking nerves into lightning strikes.
Terror…
Not always born of the unknown,
rises in shadows of the past.
Sudden tauntings, urges rising,
nudging…
pushing…
DemAnding…
forgotten MONkey on my back…
biting into my neck
with an urgent desire for…
Blackness, release,
a return.
A return to the romper room
where it seems Barbie has a side often unseen,
while Ken is left in the cold
as he still can’t even comb his own hair.
And, despite the smiles
and childlike laughter,
everyone in playland
has that same frozen stare,
and that damn shadow still plays in the corner,
pitch black, all alone,
just waiting to jump in the car
to hitch a ride home.
Snap back to reality,
and it hits me…
I always wondered
why mom had such power over the “boogey man”
until I realized…
that HE…
is me.
Don’t want to go back there, mommy…
make the demons
go
away…
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