The ReoccurrenceA Poem by terenaI thought I had taken my index finger and pushed you down, far into the stem.
But then you escape and start swimming through the sea of tissue, finding the most fragile of nerves.
You pull and beat and break it all over again.
The days are not over. (And I beg you) Stay away until you can't. © 2008 terena |
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Added on May 8, 2008 |