graveyards & jellyfish & love hide under your covers when light goes gray they want to be warm too & two will share their heat: the burning called a sting, the warmth of flesh like a compost heap
Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 18 October 2010—Though I didn’t end up writing a very scary poem, I did, in accord with the prompt, begin with three frightening things.
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