reach past
the moon
reach through
to you
breathe in,
breathe out
it's spilling out
thorns won't
help heal
wounds that
are real
take my
clawed hand
feared by
the land
grab me by the horns
your heart has been torn
feel all now all right and safe and
I will entrap you in my embrace.
reach past
the moon
reach through
to you
breathe in,
breathe out
it's coming out
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
