Terrifying thoughts
slither between pleasant dreams
unease haunts your daySlime drips down your thigh
cool green ooze pools beneath you
melting popsiclesHorrific demons
from realms suppressed since childhood
sing sweet lullabiesDrifts of sand tremble
shudders belie hidden bulk
sleeping giants wakeDesert blooms unfold
glaucous glands leak toxic goo
resigned surrender
Anonymole - apocryphal agitators 
You’d make Jung proud. It is all there, buried in who we are, trying to get out through the backside of our eyes. Thanks for the poems. Duke
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