I hear them!

They’re all in cahoots!

Dec 16, 2021

Turnoff all the lights.

Nobody make a sound.

“Ashes to ashes; we all fall down.”

You cannot run.

You cannot hide.

I believe he’s on the dark side.

They’re all in cahoots —

Climbing up from disheveled roots.

Somebody, get me off this ride!

Parleying in parlors —

every day; noon.

A bare hand reaching out, but from the depths of doom.

Sound all alarms.

Get out your luck charms.

She is up in arms, likely response for her regard.

Someone…?

Anyone…?

Please reply —

Shh…

“Get me off this fucking ride!”

Aelizabethmind
poetry