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

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Posted April 26, 2018 by N¡na in category Uncategorized

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