Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Ghosts arise out of debris

Perhaps I need less caffeine
To deal with Friday the Thirteen
A mass of black clouds hangs over me
Ghosts arise out of debris

The strike of thunder, lightning glare, 
I'm jittery, it's such a scare
The only thing that soothes me
Is reading At Odds with Destiny 

Let in the dog and let out the cat, for this box holds dangers of the most rarefied kind!

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