Somewhere in the mist of tree climbs,
moon dreams, and starlight wishes
sits a broken doll waiting for glue.
Ring around tears… Fear has a name…
Alone brings monsters… You’re never the same.
Hide in your pillow… The ghost’s in the wall.
Drink from Alice’s bottle until you’re so small
you’ll fit in a keyhole no key can unlock.
He is… I am… There’s no where to run.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
My path to written expression came as a result of childhood sexual abuse.