like pelting hail
till I had bumps
raised as braille
and he danced all over them
using his finger as a pen
He hit me
like a flying dart
pierced the bullseye
I, his mark
on his first throw
had me from the go
He hit me
like a bombing blizzard
billowing white dust
blinding me with every gust
till I was swimming in the soup
and then he flew the coop
He hit me
like quicksand
putty in his hand
as I moved
he would expand
and held me tight
into his chambers
and let me sink
like we were strangers
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 7:15 AM UTC
like pelting hail
till I had bumps
raised as braille
and he danced all over them
using his finger as a pen
He hit me
like a flying dart
pierced the bullseye
I, his mark
on his first throw
had me from the go
He hit me
like a bombing blizzard
billowing white dust
blinding me with every gust
till I was swimming in the soup
and then he flew the coop
He hit me
like quicksand
putty in his hand
as I moved
he would expand
and held me tight
into his chambers
and let me sink
like we were strangers
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