Beauty:
Expressive blue eyes drawing daggers to my scalp...

Run with all your might,
for the storm of light...

So emotional and surging, that u could feel your
stomach acids eating the lining from your stomach...

My body curls as sharp pains run along my spine
fur bristles and grows and a long tail twines...

Thin curved strokes run along in heavy black,
formed into a picture of perfection...

Moon waning,
Stretching it’s mighty limbs...

In my own bitter sorrow
I wrench at your detachment...

Chased down like an animal,
Put on show case...

I live here,
a place away from joy and fear...

Walk a mile in another’s shoes,
the saying carried through generations...

Today I visited you
you were crying over me...

In lapses of judgement, are we bound by fate?
in manipulative hands, sectioned as bait...