unnatural things, they frighten me.
i am scared to be alone.
i open the door, and stare through the screen.
he's quivering with a bone.
i yelp out a cry, and close my eyes,
he exhales with a loud moan.
i wake up, and put my book on the shelf,
and remember that i am at home.
YOU ARE READING
untitled poems
Поэзияthese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
