Like a lost limb, the sensation lulls into dark corners, only to be knocked free
A memory which dances with loneliness and fear
It hurts worse because
it hurts at all, a phantom
of the pain it was
Like a lost limb, the sensation lulls into dark corners, only to be knocked free
A memory which dances with loneliness and fear
It hurts worse because
it hurts at all, a phantom
of the pain it was