#358 (bolting about)

Bolting about

demons, ghosts and

faeries hiding under

glittering surfaces.

Eyes and teeth and

claws and spectral fur

tripping unsuspecting

and knowing likewise.

⊗⊗

No rest for the small

folks, always changing

to fit the shrinking  cracks

we made their habitats.

⊗   ⊗

Θ

Guilt and pleasure, no

time to throw a dice,

ripping away the glossy

paper and the spell

of constant change.

 

© Matthias Geh, 1st July 2018

 

 

 

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