Behind the wall,
Did you check there, mom?
Did you check below the world?
The light is scary,
Turn it off
Bloody Mary.
I don’t like dark,
What if there’s a shark?
What if there’s a question mark?
Or a parents remark?
I woke up to the sound of glass,
I looked at the mirror,
I knocked four times.
There are monsters under my bed,
They claimed they have names:
“Mom and dad”, they said.
Bees are frightening.
Stop laughing at me!
Did you see the huge one?
Or the one that killed your family?
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Cracks in the Pavement
PuisiA poetry project consisting on *trying* to describe some personally selected mental disorders, in well, rhymes. These poems are original and... weird. My style is different, to say the least. I hope nonetheless that you enjoy this compilation from s...
