Hiding Place
By Ciona
. . . building a fortress building a hiding place for my protection protection against the pain a thousand arrows cutting into me weakening body and soul creating a shame i did not know i could feel -i am so cold- drop by drop cut by cut it’s building up it hurts so much -- slap by slap word by word it’s adding up touch by touch -- hit by hit kick by kick it’s building up brick by brick . . . Written September 2nd, 2001 © on Sep 01 2001 09:01 PM PST 0 • 1
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