mine aren’t moving

They do not come alive as with


You put yours around the whole world

Of mine

shaking floors,I know where it is

I know where to find it now

My own

Arms of my own to wrap around the wounds and not just yours

Both of them: not wrapping. Living in fear, arms

When I’m ready they will reach but

(Where there wasn’t comfort before, but ambiguity)

Who knows if they will reach for your