Back To Mimsey - Native Nod

Morning breaks after a

Long, hot summer night

Spoiling the sacred peace

The sun filters through the windows

Like swords ripping through his flesh

In a frenzy.

He vainly attempts to hold

Back the demons holding him back, but perhaps it’s too late

Because his friends have already fled the building, leaving him little time

To react for he hears children’s voices on the hills in the forest approaching

Quickly.

So he answers with regret as he’s done before and he’ll do forever.

His discomfort soon wears off upon the realization that this can’t exist