A/N Written 7th November, 2019
Outcries of rage
Broken splinters flying
A desolate home
It greets her everyday
So she smiles in return
Hatred oozes from the pair
A thick miasma that penetrates the air
Bangs and shouts reverberates at night
Drunken silence rising with first light
So she smiles in their stead
Her unwavering joy
A flashlight in the dark
The moths emerge and gather
Intoxicating patterns finally able to spread
Happy that her smiles brought success
A little green goblin birthed
"How can she be so glad?"
Excreting poisonous spores
They spread their pointless whispers
She can only smile in response
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
