Those Monsters Still Haunt

A bottle of bourbon slipped from fingers

Gurgling audibly escaping through parched lips

Thrown through a glass window only to escape on the other side

The young girl ran from institution of education

It was heard even at old age, school was not for her

Out of breath, but still running, a Victorian home was found

There were sounds that chill the bone

A silhouette of a man that turned hair to pallid grey

A twist of the body found him vanished

At least she was not naked

But the dam phone was gone

Managed to borrow one from the sky

The mother was home, but the front door was always closed

Those sounds came back to haunt her

Explanation on the waking morning remained mysterious

Monsters were still pursuing the old lady

Now the answers were popping as new buds greeted the rain

Silver cord pulled so abruptly causing a tumbling effect

There were beads of sweat that decorated the temple

Give me a second to compose myself

The answer was always there

Taking a deep breath, she sighed