2nd Poem
Exceptional Unshared Feeling
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Bonded molecules-
Split.
Disruption within scales.
Memories, a box near empty.
Optimism, something I overflowed.
I’m trying to restrain your wings
But your feathers are slipping straight out of my fingers.
Beautifully soft, you fuss to escape - pardoning.
You paralyse me with your words.
My mane is blown by the wind
As I ready myself for the hunt.
I am still but an exposed cub,
And it is feeding time for the vultures.
Circling and lingering for one wrong move.
They will turn me into a carcass-
Given half the chance.
Your words paralyse me still.
When my paws are ready I will seek.
You are my prey.
I will not consign,
As easy as I did.
I am but a lion cub-
Paralysed by your withdrawal.
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