Torment

I sit. I sit

curled up in my cage

wrapped within a smothering smog

and I see you playing. Playing

Playing

and I can feel

the hard, cold rain

pounding

Pounding like pins

pins

pinning me

to the inside

And I see you coming coming

You shout

and you scream

screaming screaming.

Ebony eye came after.

Posted 30/06/12 (19:44)

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