Fickle Luck

Emotionally intense
Yet equally submissive
Pain is hit or miss
And leaves me feeling twisted
Inside out and upside down
Right side up
A circus clown
I can’t predict
My next sensation
How acute
For what duration
A wayward vessel
I can’t instruct
At the mercy 
Of fickle luck
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 22, 2019 at 9:11 PM
I feel it! Excellent ink. x
Gauthier Avatar
February 22, 2019 at 2:16 PM
A delightful gem, Anna.
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