Lights Out (poem)

Lights Out

It’s an endless distance from the light switch to the bed

Fears of ghastly rustlings running through my head

(to be continued)

This is a work in progress which I will update in the next couple of days.  I’m struggling with this one a bit.   Thanks for looking in.


About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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