The Lashing
Tens of thousands reaching for the sky
Running from the beast, I must try
Ravens caw grimly as they hover
Pebbles and stones crunch underfoot
Skittering and ricocheting across the trail
The hedges never-ending,
The vines deluding
Ankles painted with lacerations
Socks tattered
Mary janes torn
I grapple at the shale
Gravel under my nails,
My attempt was to no avail
Creeping clus...
Wednesday 21st July 2021 6:44 am
My Body
My body
Is not your body
It is not her body, or his body, or their body
You cannot control this body
Just like her body, or his body, or their body
We all have a body
Yet we have nobody
I cannot have her body, or his body
I cannot control her body, or his body
Not even my body
Trapped inside this body
Lusting for her body, his body
Begging for another body
To be outside of t...
Wednesday 21st July 2021 5:25 am
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