The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| Trapped Monster under the bed, not joking - I saw his head; the kind of thing I dread, don't care what my mom has said Dare not run for the door - as soon as my feet touch the floor, that thing will open its maw and on my bones will gnaw. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 02.17.26 Prompt: Write a poem about something under the bed. |