Do you recall, I spoke of splinters in fingertips and told you of the pain. Have you noticed how heavy the roots in my heart have grown? They shoot out in search of water or earth- but They haven’t found ground to sow in. chemical burns and My blood screamed at me, but I couldn’t…
Month: February 2019
It’s been seven days, and I am still unsure of my footing. Where does my seat lay within the confines of your space? Laugh with them, show them I, too, can dance the social call they seem to favour. What predator lays with prey and finds itself among friends?