You’re Bleeding Out

Your personal defense bubble Swelled to the size of a wrestling ring. You are catching punches That I’m not throwing. Bleeding from old wounds I did not inflict. Where I extend an olive branch, You perceive me brandishing a menacing thornbush. Your unseen assailant wails unpredictable blows. The maniac pummels you mercilessly. My outstretched arms AreContinue reading “You’re Bleeding Out”