I try drowning you
with my invisible hands
but you're screaming a manipulative plea
into my face
and I find I can't get a grip on you.
My invisible fingers touch yours
and my mind replays your wrinkling hands
on my pure soul
playing with it
in the brightest eyes
of everyone watching us dance.
Then that's when I knew
I can't drown you
more than you've drowned me
so I allow you to scream your pleas
until you're bored with me.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
