Outside,
Nocturnal,
Elect to investigate.
Outside,
Infernal,
Engage in defense,
Smoke what's left of your
Pocket-sized white picket fence,
Never liked Dad's wrapping paper
But save the ends just in case,
Take what you can get, never
What you wouldn't save
If you were a rich man
The type to throw away,
But you save and save and save,
Flicker your lighter for better days,
These woods aren't scary enough
To keep you away.
Outside,
Nightlark,
Entering your witch era,
On some mystic bullshit
Trolling the woods again
What a victim,
What a god!
What a ghoul!
God, bog-witch bitch girl,
I sure do wish I was you.
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Nocturnalisms
PoetryAll of the hiding, it's because of the hunt And if they haven't chased you, Then you don't know enough to judge... Nocturnalisms is a collection of poems about living with night owl tendencies, seeing through narcissists and their mind games, experi...
