And we can hide in the farthest corner trying not to breathe, trying not to make a noise. Not letting our pale skin be seen in the thin light. Or if by chance, we’re found, hoping that death comes quickly…
Things that go bump in the night
Are certain to give you a fright
But it’s only me
Getting up to pee
In the dark, with my terrible eyesight
In response to Mind and Life Matters Limerick Poetry Challenge.
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The midnight moon is just a sliver
After dark, he’ll come to her
So the lady waits
A night of passion with her lover
In response to Mind and Life Matters limerick poetry challenge.
Hey, it’s a bonus limerick! Since I had help with “I” …