Wait, there are monsters there.
They’ll cut into your heart and
pull out all your insides in the dark.
They aren’t sorry there.
They don’t know the word.
If I were you, I’d be pretty scared
to be where you’re going,
to know what you’ve known,
to flip that switch and bed down.
2 comments:
They don't scare me.
Write more, please.
More please.
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