scraping, scratching, slinking
into my soul.
all the words surround my opinion.
only the whispers of others
and my ****** hand print
stay behind.
as i find my way
out of the forest
of reaching fingers
and the storm of forced change.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
scraping, scratching, slinking
into my soul.
all the words surround my opinion.
only the whispers of others
and my ****** hand print
stay behind.
as i find my way
out of the forest
of reaching fingers
and the storm of forced change.
