I clung to his legs like
they were my only
chance of living.
he couldn't leave me.
not now, not ever.
I cried as he peeled my
arms off him, and pushed
me backwards.
I couldn't be left alone, not now, not never.
what if the house got
set alight, or the bathroom toilet flooded.
i breathed heavily and
looked up, he stood their
and sighed.
please don't leave me.
I sobbed holding onto his
hand tightly.
he smiled and replied with; never.
as we embraced in a warm hug.
I finally felt safe.
—b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
