Nightmare Before Christmas


It was dark and quiet, almost eerie.
A chill ran down my spine.
I should have ran with it.

Your hands ran up my thigh.
I allowed an enemy to cross the frontline.
A successful breach in my system.
A victory of sorts.

And I a sore loser.
Left licking my wounds.
The taste of your peppermint tongue,

Forever contained in mine.
Candy canes were never the same.
A nightmare before Christmas.

You’ll wake to coal in your stockings.
I hope they weigh you down.
Karma will even out the scales.

As I rise above.

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