Sanctuary

heart strings yanked and knotted bottles spun and lashes batted unrequited warmth, intertwined tendrils as palms brush. our nervous sleepovers, we gossip about our feelings: a confessional for joy because what is safe but boys? shut down from the start confessions of feelings, a pact made to not be broken emotions unlimited, confined to the safety of myself actions only a thought always reaching - never acting long strides with flag in hand fighting for the rights of others not indulging in the necessity of my own