Cary Briel

Poetry and Writings of Cary Briel

I used to scream – Cary Briel

I used to scream
To my Mom;
Then she’d call home my Dad
From Crowleys,
When she couldn’t wake me
No matter how much she’d shake me;
Night terrors they’d call it;

A skinny demon
Who found me–
Rather abruptly–
In the phone book of hell
Under Briel,
Had no name of his own
Or none that he’d tell;

But he would describe me
As skinny
And lean
And liked;
Why these attributes appealed
To a demon with no name
Is beyond me.

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posted on Jan 4, 2010 at 3:03 pm  

2 Comments »

  1. That was quite creepy. Great pace. I think I’d have screamed too.

    Comment by Salaam — January 4, 2010 @ 3:44 pm

  2. Thanks! It was scary, and for my Mom & Dad too:)

    Comment by Cary Briel — January 5, 2010 @ 7:06 pm

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