Devil In Blue Monologue

DEVIL IN DISGUISE

Swept off her feet,

she flew.

She didn't deserve wings,

nor a halo.

Frightened.

Her tightly glued mask,

falling.

She is,

we are,

the devil in disguise.

FEELING THE BLUES

If the skies are shining a dark shade of blue,

perhaps I'm feeling the blues.

I'm drowning in my own

mischief.

I lay in the midst of a shadowy field, filled with

bugs that light and dance.

I stare at the sky,

a mirror,

looking into the unknown.

My heart feels the blues. Blues of a

star-lit night sky.

The blue shines above me, I'll count each star.

I'm a man of the blues.

I'm the mad man who talks to the moon.

UNDERNEATH MY BED

"Where's Mom?"

Monsters are real. They are