WHO SUPPORTS THE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PEBBLE?
- Dark Poets Club

- Oct 28
- 1 min read
By Pam Martin-Lawrence

She's right beside me, yet I'm stone cold lonely.
She carves her lies –
her constant care and never-ending need
ground
down by my epidote-eyed-flinty-heart –
and when did she last warm my chill with her fingers?
I remember when she'd reach for me like only my touch would ever be enough.



