*
I’ve no fangs
no more love
bites stored up
.
memories of bundles
rolling up
and down rooms and
.
halls reflected in bathroom
mirrors that I would not
dare to look as
.
if dirty but not if
locked into your eyes.
It was a chain
.
fastening us in but
I fell the floor
and clanged you
.
used our shoes
to shun me
it was your shame.
.
.
annamosca 
I really like the flow of your poem.
Good job. 🙂
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Thank you Sanah, there’s more, hoping it keeps on flowing…
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Thank you Sanah, I’ll keep on writing, you keep on reading… 🙂
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