Nightly trips to the water closet

creaking through a strange house.
Dark hallway sighing through the
Bare feet shuffling,
Trying not to wake the rooms
I pass.

Light flares,
my rods and cones doing their dance.
An exchange of waters
and a glass to fill me up.

The darkness comes
at the speed of light.
Now I’m quietly rushing
For the strange house is chasing me,
Back to the sheets
that are my safety from
monsters in the hall.

  • Sarah

    Yeah hurry back to me!

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