Like a puppy,
I'm led by the nose and brought into the wild.
There, I rely on you and my dependence increases.
Yet, you slash the collar and end the bond,
and leave me in the darkness.
How am I to get out of this fear-feasting environment
YOU ARE READING
Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoesíaWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
