Just a feeling
There’s this invisible shape that get formatted between my hands
A mold of a thing a statue of a being
Writhing my hands I compress to feel its pressure I press to feel resistance
With the slightest push back
I feel the attack
I stand no ground
I’m only out to live a merry-go-round
Copyright © MYK MO | Year Posted 2024
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