Rook Darkpoet
This is my raw poetry for an adventurous audience.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Little Aliens
Little aliens under my floor
spread their voices
and
reach out
with spindly bowed arms
prying at the plaster
and
with broad flat teeth
pick at the nails
making little children
scream with fear
and
bringing adults to
catatonic bliss
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