Stairs to nowhere climb. I take them, all the time. Crawling on my knees. Walking that old fine line. . And when I'm alone and scared. I think of little rhymes.
What explodes like a fractal, pops like a light bulb. Looks really awful at four in the morning. Moves with a dead stare, coils around your ankles. Fangs long as neckties and strikes without warning?.