Poem by Linda M. Crate

 

we’re all monsters

all hallow’s eve
the one night
monsters
can weave with
mortals
without wearing
any masks,
ordinarily i keep mine on
anyway;
but this year i am going
to let darkness win
out—
we are all darkness and light,
and i tire of giving my light to all the
wrong people;
so i am going to give my darkness
to all the right people
instead—
once they put me in a coffin,
but i merely broke through the wood and nails
cralwed out of the cold and damp earth
to stand on bloodied feet;
it was the soil of a new beginning
one where i could embrace that i was a damphyr
without shame—
because in the end we’re all monsters
some good, some bad, others shades between.

 

Linda M. Crate’s poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has six published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), and splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018), More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019), and one micro-chapbook Heaven Instead (Origami Poems Project, May 2018). She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).

 

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