The greater damage
is not so much the
crunching of bones
or terror-filled nights.
It’s the soul’s innate
need to recoil,
a caterpillar poked
with a stick,
trembling, immobile.
The greater damage
is not so much the
crunching of bones
or terror-filled nights.
It’s the soul’s innate
need to recoil,
a caterpillar poked
with a stick,
trembling, immobile.
