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When His Words Become Hands
His words could become sharp as corners
And trap you there
Flailing in his grasp
They could pinch your skin
Until you cried
And cried
Throughout your shifts
They could catch your wrists and stop you
From moving on
From moving
They could lock the doors, no leaving
They could shame you and shrink you
They could come flying in from an open window,
A buzzing phon...
Monday 8th March 2021 7:27 pm
Breath On The Mirror
It is going to come
as some surprise
To those who think
that I am wise
But I hardly know
what's right to do
And I've probably done
far less than you
I'm nothing much
make nothing different
I'm usually stuck
so much for wisdom
It makes me sad
to fall so short
Not what I hoped
I'd be at all.
But this is not
the final me
I can be more
than what I've been
And in...
Friday 12th February 2021 4:14 am
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