FENCING
- Dark Poets Club

- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
By Kia Maggie

It’s an odd one.
A fence guarding nothing
yet standing proud
existing.
Soaked from lashing
absorbing personality -
Everyone’s favourite.
Everyone’s favourite.
Hands pass over
to feed greedy paws
makes for heavy limbs
and staying rooted
in the spot
that more points
to pointless than
well, pointless.



