The Feeling of Pawn and Protector by Trisha De GraciaBeautiful timorous eyes
(red through the whites
and shimmering salt down pallid cheeks)
looked up like a runt
at the blade of an axe.
I held the boy close
like a mother
collecting the stray ends of children
and gath'ring them into her warmth.
He took hold,
And like a child ought to,
he clung to me
savouring nearness and breath
reliquishing now for the comfort of never-
choking on force-fed truth.
I felt the knot in my throat
quiver.
A feeling of purpose
paired with revoltion
entwined and lodged in my windpipe.
Beautiful timorous eyes
(red through the whites
and shimmering salt down pallid cheeks)
looked up like a runt
at the blade of an axe.
The feeling of pawn and protector
never had ever been shifted
so fast. 04/20/2004 Posted on 04/21/2004 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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