Tom Collins
By rmerwin
I felt it as they came through the doorThe air burst past me and escaped behind a curtain, somewhereCarrying the smell of Tom Collins mixer and Southern Comfort with it...Off to bed in a hurry, younger siblings close in towDiving under covers, not a peep, all eyes closedThe bedroom door thrown openHe steps into the room he fumbles for the light switch, grumblingWe'll all be screaming, very soonSuddenly the door slams closed, not a sound is uttered,Seems he’s had a change of heart, tonight it will be our motherFunny how the night can cast those shadowsThose images that show us who we areLike dreams of wakened children, wakened monstersUnder beds, fighting battles, leaving scars. Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 03:41 PM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 1
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"I felt it as they came through the doorThe air burst past me and escaped behind a curtain, somewhereCarrying the smell of Tom Collins mixer and Southern Comfort with it...Off to bed in a hurry, younger siblings close in towDiving under covers, not a peep, all eyes closedThe bedroom door thrown openHe steps into the room he fumbles for the light switch, grumblingWe'll all be screaming, very soonSuddenly the door slams closed, not a sound is uttered,Seems he’s had a change of heart, tonight it will be our motherFunny how the night can cast those shadowsThose images that show us who we areLike dreams of wakened children, wakened monstersUnder beds, fighting battles, leaving scars...."