I am not a corner to be cut.
I am not a chore to be postponed.
Yet you push me further and further back,
and when you hack away at me with the serrated edges of words
unspoken,
I bleed
red.
I am not a corner to be cut.
I am not a chore to be postponed.
Yet you push me further and further back,
and when you hack away at me with the serrated edges of words
unspoken,
I bleed
red.
Strong emotion here!
Well-muscled emotion; what’s not to love? 😉
love love love
<3