The Morning

by Ev   Aug 22, 2013


Mornings are always
The
Hardest,
When I wake up
And
Your arms
Aren't around me,
Your claws aren't digging into
My back,
Nails piercing through my ribs,
And clawing to
My heart.
The morning is
Almost
Over.

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