thought

she feels the thought as physical, a wart, and it grows
under her skin, it glows in her bones, lava,
yet it also occupies the room she sleeps in,
walks with her and keeps her company as a slave
while her mind wanders off to the day.

the thought lives in her arms and wants to possess her,
and she lets it enter, time after time, the lover he is,
entering, staying and entering in new proportions,
new appearances – this overwhelming thought
that she could be herself again, and finally be safe.

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Comments on: "thought" (4)

  1. Elaine said:

    Really nice…..thank you for sharing it and so glad you are writing! It’s so healing.

  2. You’re writing like a good’un recently!

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