Saturday, April 02, 2011


Rolling hills of comforter
me buried underneath
Enemy surrounds the ground around
giggles rise but are stifled
they will not discover me in my tunnel

World begins to shake
Walls grow closer
Roof rumbles, cracks overhead
they’ve discovered me!
scramble to get away
but they’ve got me tight

Sides are besieged by tickles
Cries of victory
Laughter until breathless, on three accounts
my surrender declared, terms set
buried once more
lights dimmed and eyes closed
terms met

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