7.26-7.27- 2013.
what a massage does
i neglected to write the part where i drool onto the table from utter helplessness--i think i'm going for another one soon..lol
It's another poem about abused children. Who were so abused they believe its better to live in the darkness than outside it.
Its also connected to my other posted poem "They Call Me It"
Feel free to read that one also and give feed back on both
