Feb 2015
their fingertips leave bruises
reminders of my inability,
born out of fear
[the infant in me slowly suffocates]
I cry, as it does;
but this, too, goes unnoticed
reminders of my inability,
born out of fear
[the infant in me slowly suffocates]
I cry, as it does;
but this, too, goes unnoticed
(how can children be so cruel?)
