Stuck against a wall
of starvation and struggling hope,
witness the hand
hoping to save you,
who cannot contend with
the sticky hold
and smears the body apart
that it wished to free.
Was it better this way?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Stuck against a wall
of starvation and struggling hope,
witness the hand
hoping to save you,
who cannot contend with
the sticky hold
and smears the body apart
that it wished to free.
Was it better this way?