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    dots Submission Name: Oh the hungry handsdots
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    Author: AEREASSAULT
    ASL Info:    24/F/HI
    Elite Ratio:    6.34 - 15/15/8
    Words: 221
    Class/Type: Prose/Dark
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    dotsOh the hungry handsdots
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    I always had a fear of the dark.
    Now as an adult, for different reasons.
    Before it was the childish belief that there indeed
    were monsters that lived under the bed,
    or in the dark and damp cellar of your home.
    Creatures that lived in shadow, waiting for you
    to turn out the light before they consumed
    their favorite meal.
    Children's flesh!

    Now I would like to say I have become wiser.
    I no longer check under my bed,
    I still don't like the cellar.
    Spiders and dirt aren't my thing.

    And yet, as I walk to my car late at night
    I still am afraid.
    On edge.
    Because monsters exist in the darkness of the
    human heart.
    They can have the face of any man.
    Monsters that would stalk a parking garage.
    A dimly lit street.
    A back alley.
    Your backseat.
    These creatures don't have claws,
    sharp teeth
    or red eyes,
    but HANDS.
    Oh the hungry hands they will use all over you
    until they consume you in the way all women
    fear
    and then leave you for dead
    if they can contain themselves that much.

    Yes I am terribly afraid of the dark.
    Monsters are very real.
    Sometimes I wish I only had to check under my bed for the imaginary kind.




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    ||| Comments |||
      I think you chose the best way to tell this story - I mean the free verse with quite a naturally conversational speech-rhythm.

    I am a man but in our own way we men have this story too. At age 70 when I found I could hardly punch up a pillow, that's when I bought myself a steel stick to carry around. Fear. Without it, where would we be! With it, to where have we brought ourselves?

    I like this poem a lot.

    I know a whole family whose members are afraid to be in a bathroom alone. Well, they have to leave the door wide open.

    Are they crazy? .......

    | Posted on 2013-08-23 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      Perhaps as you get older you will discover, as I did, the monsters under the bed or in the closet are not entirely imaginary. Given the chance they will touch you, wether you like it or not. The movie "The Entity" is a good example of the ends they will go to.

    Bruce

    PS: No help huh? Now you have to be afraid of the paranormal.
    | Posted on 2013-08-21 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]


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