Sunday, March 15, 2015

Towel

Step, and lock the door.
Lose my balance and sit down.
I reach out, throw my hands,
Asking for invisible hands to catch,
My hands land on the floor.
My towel hangs on a hook.
I wish for it to envelop
To return my hug
As I shake, shake and sink.

My eyes are green with dry tears.

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