Monsters

They tumble down from the dark clouds

and into the cunning darkness

at the end of your childhood hallway.

Dogs snarling through crocodile heads.

Serpents with tongues that flicker out

from the darkness at the back of the open closet

to your pillow.

Fanged fish that snatch coldly at your ankle

as you swim through the brown dreams

of half-light mornings.

But what is malevolent now?

The complexity of their beauty,

or our turning away?

~ Kay Winter

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