glencorathecat (glencorathecat) wrote,

Ever So

I will tell you.
As soon as I am able,
I will leave this room.
Walk down the steps
And open the door.
But, oh!
If I were to do so now,
The thorns would pierce me.
Yes, there are thorns
which fly about
and about.
They fly ever so much.
I bat at them
And still they fly.
The thorns,
They fly into the eyes.
Imagine just for a moment
Such a piercing.
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