i clench my fingers/ cold to the touch / they are all scared / though they pretend they aren't / i'm their superior / they ought to know / if they ever step out of line / beware / because i will be there / with my ice cold hands / around you / beware
YOU ARE READING
Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Poésieconsists of random pieces of poetry, unfinished one-shots, ideas, and my thoughts that don't make sense (beware; use of lower case letters) Short Story #172 Cover by: @inserene_ [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
