Early Poems VII
These are early poems I write as a boy starting around age elven, then as a teenager in high school and during my first two years of college.
Huntress
by Michael R. Burch
after Baudelaire
Hidden
Run
Run as fast as you can
It’s coming for you
It can hear you crying
You’d better hide
You unlock the closet door, it creaks open
Safe
Still
Heart pounding
Tears falling
It enters the room
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Its steps stop in front of the closet
The door handle jiggles and clicks
Shit
She opens the door, wooden spoon in hand
