She would go
Wherever
She could get
Away from
The torment
Of it all;
The pounding
Of heartbeats;
The thumping
Hands; the words
Descending
Like harsh hawks
Upon her
Ears and heart;
Just a hush;
A held breath;
A touchy
Feel of her
Frail fingers;
Waiting for
The sight and
Sour sound
To open
The hiding
Place and all
Sanctuary
Then dissolved.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 2:46 AM UTC
She would go
Wherever
She could get
Away from
The torment
Of it all;
The pounding
Of heartbeats;
The thumping
Hands; the words
Descending
Like harsh hawks
Upon her
Ears and heart;
Just a hush;
A held breath;
A touchy
Feel of her
Frail fingers;
Waiting for
The sight and
Sour sound
To open
The hiding
Place and all
Sanctuary
Then dissolved.
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