Reaching
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Apr 19, 2017
- 1 min read
Fingers rested
so carelessly
on my hand,
yet I feel
the quaking
contemplation.
Your eyes are
ticking. Your mind
is malfunctioning.
I can't manage
to think of
anything
besides the loud
friction caused
by your constant
shaking legs.
I have never
been more
frustrated.
My mind is
blank even
though I can
see you're
pleading.
My fingers
are no longer
still.
I don't want
to hold you
because I'm
too afraid
to drop you.
