Monsters In My Closet

Monsters In My Closet  

I used to have monsters in my closet at night

Religion

Delusion

Obedience

Arrogance

Ignorance

So many learned demons

blending in with the timeless wallpaper and bowing shelves

like carelessly packed mementos of dry bloodless summers

Now they pry themselves off hanging hooks

and the swinging door speaks their cackle of devoured dreams

as they slip  out of their walk-in tomb

wearing the stench of forever

Tressa Lee Breen

December 16, 2013 

Seasons To Spare

Seasons To Spare   

Manipulated water shoots up high

then falls down low

drops in a fountain

making me dizzy

and the ground looks to tremble

as forest dust flits by

Everything’s an idea

Everything is wind

Every fantasy seems worthy

of it’s own bloom

But seasons to spare

I no longer have

as time begins to burn

and I waste it

walking on fattening ankles

through monkey-brained woods

watching droplets fall

Tressa Lee Breen

December 16, 2013