I feel constricted .
My surroundings are unfamiliar;
Fear is consuming me.
Seeking comfort,
I sip a droplet of water.
Suddenly, a foreign hand,
Reaches into my confined space.
Frightened,
I bite a finger belonging,
To the giant, daunting extremity.
Droplets of blood,
Stain the wood chips below me.
The face the hand belongs to,
Has tears running down its cheeks.
I did not realize:
It was trying to caress me.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
I feel constricted .
My surroundings are unfamiliar;
Fear is consuming me.
Seeking comfort,
I sip a droplet of water.
Suddenly, a foreign hand,
Reaches into my confined space.
Frightened,
I bite a finger belonging,
To the giant, daunting extremity.
Droplets of blood,
Stain the wood chips below me.
The face the hand belongs to,
Has tears running down its cheeks.
I did not realize:
It was trying to caress me.
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