in her clutches
she didn't want me, alive
oh to be a thing worth chasing
soft on soft on soft
i am a mouth on a berry
sweet sanctity
head empty
except for this
wasted dripping
she is following
with something heavy, gripping
to "protect me"
i don't know better so i believe until i'm
falling
i have fallen into what she told me it would be
love given freely
more like love on a leash
now i miss the reprieve
just my mouth
and the berry
empty mind return to me
give me back my sanity
return me to myself
from before she tried to save me
a hunter doesn't keep his prey if it's still living.
About the Creator
Amber Grace
A Los Angeles transplant from Maine, Amber finds meaning through creativity. Amber makes art to better understand herself and others, and to expand on the things that make us all oh-so- human.
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