I’ve been really good about writing everyday, just casual stuff and story ideas. I’m setting myself a new challenge to write a poem each week, whether bad or crappy, and post them to torment you.
Golden orbs cratered by bronze
flecks glint in the lamp light and
black slits dilate wide and thin
twitching in time with ears
pricked to invisible sounds and ghosts
making a habit of flitting past my door
to burrow in, suggesting to my brain
before unresting dreams.