Fringing out

 I can see it coming

Say the voices in my head

Like an apocalyptic trailer

Showing how we get to dead

I’m tagged to take on the horror

Now the secret’s out for all

That ice cold baths abound

When the festival comes to call

bath

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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