with skin kissed in rope burns
and pricked of thorns
sheets stained of summer and
whispers screamed at forlorn
all barbed with catscratch
do you desire anything more?
with skin kissed in rope burns
and pricked of thorns
sheets stained of summer and
whispers screamed at forlorn
all barbed with catscratch
do you desire anything more?
2 responses to “catscratch”
To feel something is everything.
It can be difficult, certainly.