You were on the chain
Leading up to the light
Ascending it slowly
As to not give yourself away.
Something tells me
This is bad luck:
To watch you inch
Your way to the
Electricity,
Knowing I will
Crush you.
I can't stand the thud:
Your efforts to break
The bulb-
The constant attack
And retreat.
You won't cease
To make noise
Like the first of the bugs
At my coffin door
You are knocking, scratching
To get in.
Beautiful. <3
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