You could just squeeze me, grip me between your palms, and break me. I want you to scratch me, shout at me, yell, and push me hardly. However you want me.
2024.05.24. - Unfinished
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:50 AM UTC
You could just squeeze me, grip me between your palms, and break me. I want you to scratch me, shout at me, yell, and push me hardly. However you want me.
2024.05.24. - Unfinished
Revised: 2025.06
I've been struggling with this poem since long years. This poem originally had more to it, this is only the middle part of the whole poem, but later I deleted everything except these few lines, and now it just stands "unfinished" among the rest.
