sometimesihatemycat

I risk
Barefoot
On my cool kitchen floor
To spite
The slicing shattered
Glass
From the night before
I love
Barefoot
Connected and exposed
Tonight
It’s worth a bit of bleeding
Just to feel
A touch of those

-me

~ by April on August 1, 2021.

Posted in Body, Loss, Love, Poetry
Tags: Barefoot, Bleeding, Choice, Feel, Feeling, Loss, Love, Poetry, Risk, Shattered, Skin, Touch, vulnerability, Vulnerable, Wound