Green Eyes I heard the silent meow Felt your claws in my backWords of spiteThinly veiledWith that grubby sack Was it necessary To be so cruelNot knowing meOr ever spoken to meas you gather your fuel What do I representthat you have this need?To lash out with barbsand scratch with rustA hunger you must feed Damage controleasy for me toContinue reading “Green Eyes”
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Poetry For Healing 