Pie crust

[Jerrybaldy]

Each of my toes
Sink into the carpet pile
Warm feet
As I climb the stairs
And I think to myself
I hope nobody is behind me
And I am actually alone.
My fingers expertly flick light switches
And I hum some tune
And hope
That in the darkness behind
Nobody holds a bronze bust
Of Nefertiti
To crash into my skull
Collapsing it like the crust of a pie
Exposing pink spam
Inside
Whilst I slide
Back down the stairs
Indented
open dripping mouthed
Eyes all fixed on the artex ceiling
Getting an early night.
Tonight.

[Hawkman]

A curious fantasy; brained by Nerfertiti. I suppose there could be worse ways to go. I guess that's what they call being busted. Lights out, no change. Keep those feet warm, comrade.

Live and be well - H