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Why I will always cover my feet, as I sleep.
Dorothy M. Hubermann
At the stroke of strangled stars it wraps its limbs out of my closet
and lays its dour black body next to mine;
night pressed into my heart,
cold breathed onto my toes--
(It's always so cold on my toes.)
A demon.
A demon
with a foot fetish.
Dorothy M. Hubermann has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Dorothy M.'s terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Dorothy M.'s latest works: