MUCUS

Latch the door
In creaky push.
Who knows when
Intruder unknown will
Shear the dagger sheath
Under your breath

Bungle away
Dreary dirt.
Life is too
Bubble short
For mouth blurt

In possession mine
Have kept bundles
Of pristine love.
It bleeds mucus
When questioned:
"i would like to know ur activites."!