Drag me swathed in never mind.
I do not feel. I cannot feel.
Press me hard against the glass.
I do not break. I do bend.
Rattle my cage, feed the animal.
Pet me nice. I’m a good girl.
To and fro, stretch me thin.
I am gossamer whisps of never mind.
Been a minute since my last vent poetry sesh. Feels good every time.
Happy weekend everyone!