closings xvii

Kinsey Peterson

Your hand

A collar across my throat

Choking me

As I beg

To be loved as human

Not a dog

Not a pet

But as someone of worth

With ideas and dreams

Yet your boot

Presses against my cheek

And the juice

Of pomegranates

Spills across the floor

And stains my face.

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2024 15:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Would you like the next poem to be religious or sad? Both are in queue. As always, I greatly appreciate critique and suggestion.
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  • Neville

    in view of the fact this page leaves me both in awe and feeling sad .. although I am not religious, maybe a religious theme or flavour wouldn't go amiss miss .. Neville

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