Posted by hiddenhurt on June 4, 2008, at 17:01:47
When your fingers arent your own
But someone elses attached to
Someone elses arms
Attached to you,
Why love them? Why care for them?
Why not cut
them
And hurt them
?These long legs, these feet,
This gut with churning inner grinding
(Never ceasing, day or night)
What are these to me
If they mean nothing to me?And what about the children
I hold with hands pressed on tops of backs
As they wrap tan arms around my legs
Momentarily
So tightly
Cheeks to knees
For all to see?Surely, those legs are mine?
I feel that; I feel that;
I wish it lasted half an hourBut
like my arms and legs,
Hands and feet,
Even that
Sunsplashed
Sweet playground
memory
Is fading in fog
Floating up and away
Like a kite
In mist
As if
Not
(ever)
really
mine
poster:hiddenhurt
thread:832932
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