Tuesday, November 1, 2016


Bright eyes look out at me
from a jungle of trees.
Leaves rustle in the soft wind
or from some movement within.
I must get out of here.
I can not take this fear.
I am lost in the green see.
This isn’t where I want to be.
I left the party to open a closed door,
and here I am about to hit the floor.
I’m surrounded from each side.
There’s no place for me to hide.
A creepy plant is bowing to me.
It wants to take a bite out of me.
How did this party turn to hell?
I can now hear the dinner bell.
I’m sure it is ringing for me.
Dinner I will now come to be.

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