Poem III — The Panic Room

<p>My chin<br /> falls<br /> heavy on<br /> roughed-up<br /> knees,<br /> rocking<br /> fast<br /> &lsquo;til<br /> my<br /> heels<br /> bleed;<br /> the carpet<br /> gives in,<br /> and pockets<br /> weave,<br /> wrapping<br /> tightly<br /> the curves<br /> of my<br /> feet;</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/poem-iii-the-panic-room-47d4c7c6133e"><strong>Visit Now</strong></a></p>
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