deepundergroundpoetry.com

In a room, overlooking a flat roof.

I'd like to know when I'll outgrow your nail beds,    
when my toes and feet and legs and hands will stop snaking
across ribs and cages and throats to swallow you whole.
I'd like to know when †
I won't feel a danger to you. †
I feel as dangerous to you now as I did then. †
I feel as confident I'd cripple you with earnest, †
with a soul desperate as only desperate knows †
to sear itself to yours by any means, forged there, with brutality and force.
I'd like to know when that ferality ends. †
I'd like to know I could be a friend,
be a person needed, useful and appropriate -  
not this †  
and not her then, something †
strong, slight, serious, sewn with care...  

yet
I suppose †
silence is how I save us now.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 2
comments 6 reads 43
Miss_Sub Ahavati
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:37pm by snugglebuck
COMPETITIONS
Today 12:15pm by slipalong
POETRY
Today 11:02am by PsycoticMastermind
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:26am by admin
SPEAKEASY
Today 8:54am by Wh1skeySwagger
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:11am by wallyroo92