Day 8

Day 8

A Chapter by Omikron

8th of December, 2016

If my eyes could shine as bright as a star,
Would I become one, someday?
I hope that my shine could reach out far,
So that Santa would come with his sleigh.

Mother says that he doesn't exist,
That he's a man of fiction.
I believe that she hasn't yet been kissed,
By the sweet, Christmas addiction.

Santa is my best friend,
And he reads my every note.
While to mother, for each note I send
She shoves them down her throat.

Santa, if you hear me, can you grant me a wish?
It's not a doll or a puppy or toy.
I wish that mother could simply perish,
So that I could live in joy.

"My friend, Santa"

© 2020 Omikron

Author's Note

Got a comment from a friend when I was reading this:

"It started off great...BUT WHY DID YOU MAKE IT SO FREAKING DARK?"

Mission accomplished....

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An avant-garde poets work is often judged by its shock value and I would say this falls into the category. Bravo! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

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