there are butterflies in my stomach, that burst forth and flutter, like razors across my wrists, with questions of why, for what, and for how long. in panic, anxt, and pain i wait, for her to come and shield me, from the world with her embrace.
07/07/2003
Posted on 07/07/2003Copyright © 2024 Izzy Koranda
Sharp imagery meshed with a warm longing for her embrace.