Shake

Shake
Abbigail H.

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Oh blessed moonlight gathering,
Your haunted beams so do caress
My shadow and should I forget to
Thank you, take my apology now
And run for the hills
For they are alive with the
Sound of
Musical crescendos swing dance with the stars
While unknowing bodies of Chrysanthemums
Bake a steamy casserole
Of every forgotten memory that has shaped my existence.

But don't forget about the monster
Under the bed.
He moved there last week, you know,
After feeling claustrophobic in the closet
Of befallen heartbreak,
And don't fall asleep yet, because,
As Watsky put it:
"Contrary to popular belief,
That's not where dreams are accomplished."
Or something like that.