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Apr 4
it’s a cinch, really

just yanking the duvet
back over yourself

the what-could-be-fun

or actually-might-not-be

and that mist
how it loves to slither up

silver venom
sour headache

eyeless demon
eyeing you up

for a laugh
a ripple of giggles

in your ears
a squall of cymbals

**** vowel-less
torrent of speech

a red light
****** iris

blinks across the shore
enough for you to bathe

in blue
confused puppet

lists of missed-outs
and the trash

you opted for instead
Written: January/April 2019.
Explanation: A poem originally written in January but edited recently for part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Reece AJ Chambers
Written by
Reece AJ Chambers  26/M/Northamptonshire, England
(26/M/Northamptonshire, England)   
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