save for the one I carry with me
A memento from a hidden place
full of cruel machinations,
clawing, gripping,
clawing, gripping,
edging at my senses,
desperate to be dredged up again
A childhood enemy,
one of my own misguided fears
It's two-story head emits
a terrifying scream
like a murderous train,
grinding,
grinding,
screeching off of it's own rails
The relentless roar permeates the air,
an onslaught of rage that I know not the source
Even in sleep I cower
I withdraw in submission,
begging my own creation to wilt away,
to disappear back into some recessive void
my childhood dreams left open.
My cries drown, and so do I
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