December 12, 2019
You loose your socks every single day.
No matter what you do,
They cannot be kept at bay.
You look under your couch,
And you look under the chair.
You look everywhere,
But they seem to be nowhere.
The last place you look is deep under your bed.
Where your demons lurk,
And your face then fills with dread.
Looking back at you with deep red eyes.
Is your biggest enemy
Who tells you that you are about to die.
YOU ARE READING
December
عشوائيThis will be like my "November Writings book" where I get daily themes or challenges and write a short story based off of them. I hope you enjoy and if you like this but haven't read "November Writings" then go check that out too!
