Not much of a poem this week... Life has been a little too real...
She ran her hands through prickly thoughts,
sorting them against thresholds of pain.
She blinkered her eyes against callouses,
made by the prickling emotions.
She swallowed her pride, prickly pear skin,
sandpapering her throat as she gave in.
hope youre okReplyDelete
Hugs x Thought I hadn't heard much of you online. Hope all is okay xxReplyDelete
This is beautiful.ReplyDelete
Brilliant. I found the collision of emotions meeting the physical world quite intense.ReplyDelete