Good Morning, HoneyA Poem by Saichiro WolftotemA poem about this crazy dream I had when I was 12.A technicolor path before, A chasing creature far behind, Limbs are stretching from the core, Hallways...hallways...none to find.
I run and run but no avail, It's face split lengthwise down the middle, Rows of shark-teeth sharp and pale, From it's lips drips acid spittle.
I run but cannot get away, For every inch it gains two more, I cannot keep this thing at bay I dead-end at a locked-up door.
This is a dream! I know at once. Not as it seems, I'm such a dunce.
Wake up, wake up...wake UP, me! I jolt awake in my upper bunk, How messed up could my dreams be? I rubbed my face, still in a funk.
I think I'll get myself a drink, Thinking that my dream was funny I see that THING at my doors brink, And it says: "Good morning, honey..."
© 2013 Saichiro WolftotemAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSaichiro WolftotemSan Antonio, TXAboutI'm a craftster and generally chronically bored person. I like entertainment of the non-screen-based variety. more..Writing
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