Day One

This was the first of my poems that I can find. It was written when I was a sophmore in high school, after my last year as a camper at camp. I was fifteen.

Scary Red Fear Monster
(10.3.2007)
And there
Is where
Fear is born
It emerges
Arms linked with spite and hate
They are red brown, a terracotta
The color of blood on dry ground
Their eyes burn a sickly red
They reach out a scaly arm
Tipped with claws
And the cold fingers lace around your ankle
Suddenly you’re plunged under
You try to scream or cry
But you can’t breathe
And you thrash like a dying eel
It’s essentially what you’ve become
A cold dark gray surround you
And though you can’t see
You can hear it’s cold, heavy laugh
And they’re atop you now
Clawing
Laughing
And they reach into your chest
And take your heart
Among other things
And probably your lungs too
Which explains why you can’t breathe
And suddenly it stops
And you realize
You
Are
Alone