Moistness of the eyes,
you're so soft and quiet in this light
Before dawn
scuttling low
to the floor
eight limbs
threatened and fleeing over dry floorboards,
the ink that wells within you defensively cast
onto forgotten shreds of paper.
The outcome, a wordless narrative only
suction cup imprints which cannot be rationed
into meaning by the ceaseless human mind
Scrunched under the bed awaiting
predation, holding on to the ends of fantasy
tightly
evading the inevitable:
the inside coming to drag you out.
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