I weep for the willows
unsung in their
bed of nails
tossing and turning
like razor wires
that cover the
fences
I promise to save
you a seat;
Right next to me,
my precious left rib,
darling *****
Your womb
resting comfortably
in the palms
of my callous hands
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
I weep for the willows
unsung in their
bed of nails
tossing and turning
like razor wires
that cover the
fences
I promise to save
you a seat;
Right next to me,
my precious left rib,
darling *****
Your womb
resting comfortably
in the palms
of my callous hands
