arrives in my bed
and curls her body
into my body
and rests her head
in my arms and says
she is scared
and always I tell her
you’re safe,
I’m here,
and though
I hate for her
to suffer,
there is this
small warmth
delivered
to me
by fear.
August 29, 2016 by Rosemerry
arrives in my bed
and curls her body
into my body
and rests her head
in my arms and says
she is scared
and always I tell her
you’re safe,
I’m here,
and though
I hate for her
to suffer,
there is this
small warmth
delivered
to me
by fear.
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