Poetry fit for a princess
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
NaPoWriMo Day Five
I squeeze your hand
Just to know
That I'm still alive
And I'm not dreaming
I had fallen
In my dream's eye
I pinched and bit my skin
The hands that I don't care for
No more
Bitten fingernails, down to the stub
A swelling of a mark
The relief is my addiction
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