
they’re waiting for me to
become soft, open to their
kind
they’ve waited so long, patient
for the moment my skin sheds
away
they’ll come when the time is
just right, I’m unaware of
them
the thoughts will race, circle
the dust in my mind into a
storm
they’re waiting
they’ve waited
they’ll come
I’m not ready
Creepy! And very good.
Haha! My writing can go that way sometimes. Thanks!