Claws In Me
By birksy
Damn! I feel your claws, your hands they hold my heart, my wrists, I cannot yet break free, cannot yet know if it is me who is the foolish one. Twisted, this way and that, they’ll be no piece of me as large as an acorn, fallen on a bed of leaves that used to be so full of belief, yet now are simply wet. Yet I do not tear myself away, cannot bring myself to stand and bravely walk the other way, I want your voice, somehow it’s now all I need, yet it is not to be. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 02:12 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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"Damn! I feel your claws,..."