April 26 Touching the grid The honeycomb cage Faded into view I swatted and kicked Smelling iron and dew Resigning to my fate I touched the grate My fingers went black Repelling back Burned? Until calm returned Related Tags: poetry Posted April 26, 2018 by N¡na in category Uncategorized About the Author An alumna #brightonforever Post navigation Care label 9♦