Frightful things

Parts of life are frightful things

elegantly placed underneath a bed

waiting to trip come break of day

then laugh as curse words

first formed in head

blare out like a fog horn.

Intolerable, but accepted

until bed is sold.

End of story, goodnight.

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Author: Rose

Poetry by Rose

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