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
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
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
(how can children be so cruel?)
