Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

Tic Tic Toc Tic Toc Toc Tic Toc

Every second,

of every hour,

of everyday

and it's warm.

Sitting on my hands is for my own safety.

Biting my nails and

scratching my face

until they bleed.

Pulling the hairs on my eyelashes and brows.

Manifesting that one day someone can hold my

hands,

instead of me crushing them

between my thighs

and the ground.