Poems about Animals
Bones creak as I riseTo dim gray morning light.Stumbling across the floorCrimson life from my lip takes flight.
I don't know how to explain how I feel because when I don't feel clean I don't feel like I matter so all the words that you say to make y
“The first week out , anytime someone would touch me I flinched, jumped but NEVER tried to run .
In memory of my stepfather John Paul Hensler
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 16, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved