I don't like our room not one bit.
Why not? What's wrong with it?
It's dark with nary a window slit.
Hey, at least it's candle lit.
And what parasites will our water transmit?
At least they gave us rations to split.
These ruptured pipes leak and spit.
Lucky the floor is a grate with slits.
It hurts my bones, I can barely sit.
Strip like me and perch on your outfit.
How are you so calm, I'm about to lose it!
You learn to know when to reflect and submit.
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Drawing in the Reins: An Illustrated Collection of Reined-in Horror
Horror[Ongoing] A collection of short, unsettling tales accompanied by my artwork. Updated every Wednesday. Feedback is always appreciated! Stories are mine. Artwork is mine. Cover art is mine. © 2020-2022 SkittishReflections - L. M. Shayle
