Her eyes search me like a serpent
lips quiver like a reed
perspiration down her forehead
like a waterfall of beads
Back arched like an angry cat
she hisses and she growls
dishes flying through the air
another kitchen row
I’m sorry. I’ll take out the trash!
Her eyes search me like a serpent
lips quiver like a reed
perspiration down her forehead
like a waterfall of beads
Back arched like an angry cat
she hisses and she growls
dishes flying through the air
another kitchen row
I’m sorry. I’ll take out the trash!
walking on the precipice of hesitation
like wavering on a beam with arms stretched out
faint faith like a dim candle that governs each footstep
faint fear like a breeze that throws me off balance
the ominous reminder that I may one day fall into a dark pit
walking on the precipice of hesitation
like wavering on a beam with arms stretched out
faint faith like a dim candle that governs each footstep
faint fear like a breeze that throws me off balance
the ominous reminder that I may one day fall into a dark pit