BLOGPOST #31

December 16, 2020

Lonely a brutal bedtime story

in the heavy isolation of my thoughts my mind turns to the grief or imagination of sadness Love seemingly unrequited is like a jealous mother Keeping a watchful eye on her sleeping child addicted to her own fears, she sees the Hungry fox reflected in the twinkle of every spot of light in the nursery corner, Darkness breaths strange bedfellows and fantastical fantasies in the night hours