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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