I’m full of
mice and men
of this world.
Rats thrive in the sewers
of men who are mice
and soon mice in a trap.
But I wiggle myself free
and head up the darkened stairs
with the vermin.
I’m not afraid, maybe a little nervous
it’s getting darker
and those footsteps above
keep sounding
like they may be descending.
I wonder what will happen
in the dark of my back stairs tonight?
My senses tingle
like a mouse.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I’m full of
mice and men
of this world.
Rats thrive in the sewers
of men who are mice
and soon mice in a trap.
But I wiggle myself free
and head up the darkened stairs
with the vermin.
I’m not afraid, maybe a little nervous
it’s getting darker
and those footsteps above
keep sounding
like they may be descending.
I wonder what will happen
in the dark of my back stairs tonight?
My senses tingle
like a mouse.
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