THE WRITER HAS COMPANY

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PART 6

There is a nightmare under the Writer’s  bed

and I think it has teeth.

There is a nightmare hiding in her closet

and I think it has teeth.

 

Very long, very jagged, razor sharp teeth.

 

What does it feel like

when a nightmare bites you

with jagged, razor sharp teeth?

 

Tonight just before she falls asleep

I think her closet door’s hinges will

whisper to the Nightmares with teeth

” Is she dreaming about us?”

 

 

THE YELLOW HOUSE

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PART 4

The house on the corner used to be yellow

then it was pink and then it was blue and one day it was painted gray.

 

There were cherry trees out front and a holly tree out back

and a little grave by a fountain full of frogs.

 

The Writer who lives there never comes out

of the house that is now painted red.

 

There are curtains in the windows that are always closed

and the swing on the porch creaks when it rocks

like bones carefully finding their way

on worn wooden steps

up from the basement

of  a house

that used to be yellow

and is now painted red.