I scream into your hands
They're covering my mouth
They're firm, I'm fragile
They can break me so easily
But they don't want to
Not yet at least
They want to hurt until I feel like breaking
But I fear too much to actually break
So the hands keep me around
So they can taunt a little more
I hate your hands
I would say that
Except your hands are still covering my mouth
YOU ARE READING
I think I would like to say something
Poesíashe doesn't speak much, but she writes. she writes beautiful. she writes in roses and soap and lavender. she writes poetry.
