I am afraid of needles.
Those, that could provoke words,I long to shout, because of you.
Oh, you'll never spread.
I fear to let you spread.
I am afraid of of needles,
Those, that could point at my itch,
to use my pen, and highlight you.
Ay, my daring voice,
I fear to bleed for you.
© 22 May 2020 Jacquelene Martina.
