Chiminal rhyme

Girl.

The short man.

Keep your eyes closed. Can’t see me anyway, moving around behind you. You can barely sense me.. You know I’m here though. Moving around in the shadows. Playing in your shadows. Laughing silently. I whisper in your ear with ease. A tease. Knowing you don’t dare turn around. A gentle tap. Tingle.

Criminal chime. Chiminal rhyme. Thing and some thyme. False little flare. Play in your chair. Twisting the turn. A kiss you will earn. A fern. A hair. The spite. Of your air.

So.

I suppose it’s up to me. It’s all bloody up to bloody blah blah me.

Hello Polly. Can I play with you? Forget what I’ve said. I was pretending. It was all a lie, fry-chai-rapating-tong-blythe. I didn’t mean anything by it. Anything that I said.

I can’t feel the needles any more. A prick no longer. Despite its cartoon magnitude. Faces stare down at me. And I up at the night. The light. That no longer blinds me.

Envelop.

You prick. FRICK. Dick-blick. Schweebadee schnick. Nickers-affect. Tions.

Chiminal rhyme

ainoma

Joined March 2008

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