Getting the Point
Getting the Point
A stitch
a stitch
to silence the witch
A sharp sharp needle
to make her twitch
Two eyes of coal
with grey grey hair
Eyeballs gone
and still she stares
Earless rabbit
She pulled them off
His mouth sewed shut
So he can’t cough
Riddle me
riddle me
Why skin so pale
inside my brain
She pokes a nail
She’s as real
as real can be
a creature crawling
inside of me
Poke the poker
Jab me in the eye
Stitch my lips closed
so that I can’t cry.
October is around the corner. I thought I would create a Halloween state of mind.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2023
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