Something I have not done for so long
Is following me
Everyday it grows stronger and stronger
In the evening when idle
I hear its footsteps near the door
The spaces make it travel faster onto my eyes
Into my mouth slopes down on my throat
Down my spine
Its pleasure it seeks. Something I have not done,
It keeps following me.
I distract myself but still it knocks louder this time
But I will still call on my children
To tell stories boring for them, to sleep when its late night.
YOU ARE READING
Woman
Poetry'Woman' is a collection of poems that explores themes of love lust emancipation grief death loneliness and all about a she in my world.
