I still haven't grown up.
The hag.
Waiting for me
To expose just one millionth of an inch
Of my vulnerable, soft human body,
So she
Can pounce.
So, though it's hot, hot, hot
I cover up
Head, face,hands, body, feet -
Except - ah! See!
The left foot endowed with those inviolable superhuman unassailable armour plated digits which can resist even the most powerful of grotesque monsters' sharp rapacious teeth.
Aaaaaah...cool breeze from the noisy fan...
Sleep...at...last.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2019-07-23 at 22:01
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Feeling hot, but...
She's waiting there, in the dark.The hag.
Waiting for me
To expose just one millionth of an inch
Of my vulnerable, soft human body,
So she
Can pounce.
So, though it's hot, hot, hot
I cover up
Head, face,hands, body, feet -
Except - ah! See!
The left foot endowed with those inviolable superhuman unassailable armour plated digits which can resist even the most powerful of grotesque monsters' sharp rapacious teeth.
Aaaaaah...cool breeze from the noisy fan...
Sleep...at...last.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
Read 521 times
Written on 2019-07-23 at 22:01
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