Time
claws his fingernails
through my flesh
ripping the sanity
from my bones
exposing raw emotion
in open wounds
squealing in glee
at the torture
he inflicts
with each tick
of another day
leaving me
dangling in shreds
©MidwestFantasy
04/06/2017
Time
claws his fingernails
through my flesh
ripping the sanity
from my bones
exposing raw emotion
in open wounds
squealing in glee
at the torture
he inflicts
with each tick
of another day
leaving me
dangling in shreds
©MidwestFantasy
04/06/2017
Midwest Fantasy Writes 
Fabulous poetry ❤
Just who owns those fabulous legs? ❤
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TY. Ha, the little picture is actually my own legs.😊
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then you have utterly fabulous legs. ❤ ❤ ❤
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I love this piece
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Fantastic poem; very telling of the winter heart. I love it.
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😊
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