Poetry · Writing

Trial and Error

The loss crawls over me

like the hand of the reaper,,

he comes for me. Slips into

my dreams, night terror,

monster under my bed

Mike Wazowski

took the night off.

The next day’s morning

glare wards off the sickly beast.

Left under the horizon

they’ll stay, forgotten

in the success of the

next.

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