Dawning Creations

Spindly fingers,
Waxen and goldenrod,
demented smile, waiting to appear to the right eye.
I won’t let you win, you’re wide mouth to taste me.
I won’t invite it in.

No way.

Spindly fingers,
your touch is painful.
Enter if you dare, but be quiet.
I’ll know you’re coming
and chase your wickedness elsewhere.

Fight more.
Breathe more.
You’re just a nasty figment.

Spindly fingers
waxen and goldenrod.
Your touch gives me the feels.
Unpleasantly, you’re a hiddeous disease.

I’m eagerly waiting for you to leave
and put my mind at ease.