Ginger Bread

Standing
in the doorway.
My head.
My own
little mind
Cannot
take this anymore.

She scares me.
To the very
bone.
The bones
which
she wants me to be.

She doesn’t want
me to be
that way.

I jump.
She
parachutes.

I cannot
break this
fatal grip;
Chains
on my
wings.

If only I knew.
If only she
could speak.

So I’ll
sweep
through the air.
Watch her
tumble
beneath me.

Raindrop like.
Scarred.
Scared.
Sacred
to me.

I wish
I could

Take that
parachute
and give her

my wings.

Ginger Bread

LuciaDeMure

St. Albans, United Kingdom

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My gilfriend.
Myself.
Our words.
Our health.

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