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
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on Time travel
2 hours ago
Nigel Astell on Reflections 2
2 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on PAY AS YOU GO
2 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on 4 daze spent watching clouds [shades of paint.catalogue blue]
3 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Acceptance of a drab day
3 hours ago
John Botterill on The Tree of Life (4): Empires & Kingdoms
4 hours ago
John Botterill on Mountain Visit
5 hours ago
julie callaghan on The pretty, little flower girl
6 hours ago
julie callaghan on Clematis
6 hours ago
Clare on Circumspect
7 hours ago