Draught is the Destination
I was thrown out
Of my room wrapped
In my beloved quilt
I was told
To marry somebody
I tried
To scare a scarecrow
With a red ribbon
It became alive
And kissed me
My lips were covered
With my blood afterwards
Plague brought by alien bats
(They became pigs on our Earth)
Killed all civilizations
I and old crows were left
To witness
The most horrible dream*
One can imagine!
2012-06-04
*the next "Day-mare" was more horrible, I might write a short story about it.
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