I still haven't grown up.


Feeling hot, but...

She's waiting there, in the dark.
The hag.

Waiting for me
To expose just one millionth of an inch
Of my vulnerable, soft human body,
So she
Can pounce.

So, though it's hot, hot, hot
I cover up
Head, face,hands, body, feet -
Except - ah! See!
The left foot endowed with those inviolable superhuman unassailable armour plated digits which can resist even the most powerful of grotesque monsters' sharp rapacious teeth.

Aaaaaah...cool breeze from the noisy fan...
Sleep...at...last.



Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-23 at 22:01

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Primal. She hides under the bed . . . waiting (add theme music to "Jaws").
2019-07-24


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
What an interesting super power. I enjoyed this!
2019-07-24


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
"And the tigers come at night"....
2019-07-24



Oh, yes, the UK has been getting American-style heat today, yes? Enjoyable poem!
2019-07-23