Sosyalsiginti’s Blog

You move your lashes

You touch the spider-web

That covers all over me

It itches till my skin

gets bloodie…

—–

I am your prey at your net

When I feel in hell

Where goes my soul

into your eyes?

—-

Even you are miles away

My heart wrapped with your hands

Do not have room

to breathe deep

—–

Do not stay that far

While I am drying

Eat me as a whole

Can not bear pieces…

No more…

 He crosses his legs

He must be alone

or feel so…

 —–

Embracing one’s self

has different styles

 —–

She makes a finger cage

Having nothing

but air as her pet

 —–

“that she” and

“that he” tires me

Tidying the poem

 —–

“They” need me

or

“I” need them.