Your worst nightmare.
A demon possessing your livelihood,
A spectre tracking your every action.
A gentle heartbeat, passing through
As it edges close and into you
To the point where your mind
Feels as if it’s approaching
Your century-destination.
To what avail?
Picture it
Experience it
Live it
End with it
It all comes down to your inevitable
Vision of that
Infuriating cricket that
Managed to break and enter that
Aboded itself to your air conditioner
Sending a signal for love
And affection
A signal for you to end your life
But will your nights ever be the same?
Who knows when a simple chirp carries out your maim.
About the Creator
Ari Hepburn
Uncomfortable and elegant like a rose peeking from the winter snow.
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