Waiting

Just one of those things. I haven't been able to get this right yet.

 

Sleep though my nightmares.

In the dark like this we can

Pretend my scars aren’t real

Slip over them with clumsy fingertips

And try to find

The only place in me you fit

When our body fluids mix

I could be five years old again

Full of fear and

Blown up like a balloon

Taut and blind and

 

With my eyes tight shut you could be him

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

Oh this is so intense, and powerful. This is very well described, and quite haunting. Awesome job of this piece, and thank you so much for sharing.