Bite, suck, feed. Bite, suck, feed. Welcome to the world of my friend— The Incorrigible Mosquetty. He hovers and hovers Always looking to uncover His vampirish fangs And dig them deep under my skin I tell him, go away, you sucker But he wouldn’t listen He would be much rather An awful itch A pain… Continue reading The Incorrigible Mosquetty
Month: August 2020
Weaving dreams
Sheer and gossamer are the threads with which I weave Countless dreams around me day and night That no one else can see. And like a lonely spider Suspended on my web of dreams I lie patiently awake at night Waiting for reality to pass by me. Almost everyone I know really can’t see The… Continue reading Weaving dreams