untitled, unfinished

Days when the the sun shines

and we lie back

in praise and worship

some feel the sun’s wrath as it slowly removes their life

like a magician’s card trick,

I prefer to remain where I’ve been ally me life

Hiding in my safe place

Under the covers, under the bed,

my skin won’t burn here and ,y life can be long and unfruitful

but safe in my lonliness

and protected from those gazes that twist your insides

and create that unswallowable juice beneath your tongue

I hold tight  to the corners I grabbed all those years ago

as  made my first escape into this padded world of smothering safety and warmth

sometimes you need to be alone to be free.

……Much more to come!!!

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