Surrender

8 1 0
                                    


Head under soft covers

Writhing side to side

Arching in near pain

Slip

Wet drips from the fingers

Landing on my soft thigh

My teeth press into my lips

Dry and cracked from the morning

Alone

Dreams flash bright in color

I see my future in you

Swallowing the air hard

Muscles tighten like a knot in wood

Unrelenting and ugly

I hope you see me

Too

Maybe The SunWhere stories live. Discover now