The door is locked and
there is no way to get in.
Still, I can hear her.
She whispers.
I sneak out every night,
pen and paper in my hand.
I listen for hours.
She scares me, of course.
The night air is cold on my skin
and I am so sleepy.
But it is worth it.
She gives me what I want,
every time,
and I pretend that I love her
just the way she is.
It is Day 27 of NaPoWriMo. Today I used the Day 27 April PAD prompt, which was to write a monster poem. It seemed appropriate. After yesterday's binge writing, I feel I must be possessed.
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