struck upon
my thigh
a point protrudes
showering where
I cannot breathe
I have been caught!
cries the fox
it is not I whose
teeth are sharp
but your claws
dig into me deep!
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
caught!
struck upon
my thigh
a point protrudes
showering where
I cannot breathe
I have been caught!
cries the fox
it is not I whose
teeth are sharp
but your claws
dig into me deep!
