A Parent Enters...

The night is darkest,

      It is just before dawn, the youngest heart fearful pangs of another family's youngest child entitled: Timmy, is breathing in shallow another night acquainted hair on bristled ends with emotion terror as his father - for lack of knock - enters...

     'Dearest son,' it is whispered,' I came in to guard you once again, from what hides not under the bed, but betwixt the unnatural fibres of your closet in the echo of darkness.' Please tell me, whisper it owe so sweetly that I might sleep again one more peaceful night, tell me you're not like so many... Nod if you're not gay,' the father's head lowers as his disdainful prayer finishes in earnest anticipation of... 

     The young near harbinger's noose death toll lies Tommy, who gives the most shallow of nod.

In lieu of our participation in,
Guarding closets...
Instead of hope!