Two thumb toes curled, eight subalterns squished

retreat in shoes too tight, rules too rigid.

Brain we mangle, stunt all words

to grape in odd clusters ’round harboured thoughts.


Don’t frighten the horses!


Heart stripped to stumps and cords,

lumpen mass, still beating,

confined to a love no longer felt,

a marriage of minds no longer true.



9 thoughts on “Pinched”

  1. Marina Sofia – Such a stark description of feeling trapped and even imprisoned…

      1. But must also say that sometimes I can do no more than ‘like’ posts [and sometimes not even that] due to outside factors filling my days, so just because I don’t comment doesn’t mean I don’t like it, just that my time is being used up elsewhere 🙂

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