I Am Afraid of Them Too
prancing across my desk
a parade of venomous snakes
what are they running from
I see nothing but cotton balls, scissors, sanitizer and paper clips.
When the smoke clears there is a brigade of antique porcelain dolls.
With those weird looking glass eyes, and those frightening stares.
“I am afraid of them too,” I confide to the vipers.
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