Under

The covers we used to
Share secrets and stories of the day
At night with a flashlight illuminating an otherwise dark room

Huddled

So close we used to
Take our little angels and our little devils
Off our shoulders and place them atop the bedposts ready

To fight

As if they were G.I. Joes
Keeping watch over monsters under the bed
And inside the closet until our flashlight battery died and we

Separated

And grabbed our rights
Standing next to our wrongs and began to run
Around the room as monsters under a spell of disillusionment