Cleaning out the Fridge.

Something lurks inside of there,

Sitting in some Tupperware,

It sits, waiting to be released from the refrigerator,

Pretending its an elevator

To get to the human realm,

Putting on its helm,

Ready for the battle that will give them a feast

Of human flesh. Should we fear the beast?

It is naught but mold,

Which we will throw out in the fold.

Though it shall explode

And break its code.

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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