struck upon
my thigh
a point protrudes
showing where
I cannot breathe
I have been caught!
cries the fox
it is but I whose
teeth are sharp
but your claws
did 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
showing where
I cannot breathe
I have been caught!
cries the fox
it is but I whose
teeth are sharp
but your claws
did into me deep!
