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Second Thoughts
by Rie Sheridan Rose
There has never been a time
Horror was not integral to
Every fiber of my being.
.
John Carpenter’s movies,
Or the novels of
King and Lovecraft…
Early babysitters as I
Reached for adulthood.
.
As time went on,
New experiences came to
Determine the pattern of my life.
.
To show me a different path…
Horror slipped into the shadows again,
Eclipsed by lighter fantasies.
.
Children are
Reflections of
Ourselves, they say…those
Who claim to know.
.
Remembering back to
Eldritch beginnings…
Films watched with my parents…
Little gifts that formed my
Essence…seeing my
Child decked in greasepaint—
Trying to bond with me by
Entering my darkness.
Dr. Seuss might be a better role model…
.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Author Rie Sheridan Rose:

Overheard in Hell:
Dark Poetry
Poems exploring hell and damnation. Tales of sorrow, vengeance, betrayal, and redemption. Ghosts, ghouls, and demons stalk these pages. Don’t read in a lonely house…in a darkened room by a single candle…
…unless you like the touch of an icy finger up your spine.
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A terrific poem.
Thanks, Anita!
That’s so clever and insightful – thank you