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See me
Yellow around the eyelids
and squinty-eyed too
Call out
Old ears are slightly deaf
but not without echo echo
Touch
It can't hurt or can it
turn you from a stone
Blood
Like water flows between
those cracks along your edge
Kill me
These arms are weak and thin
and barely worth the trouble
Mercy
Give me some of that smack
just before I go to Plenty
Rob me
But leave me with my grace
you can't know what I know
Stain
On your dresser in that frame
you can say you don't remember
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the complete sensory picture you give here is quite lovely. i particularly liked your use of repitition of the word 'echo'.
this stanza threw me a bit:
"Touch
It can't hurt or can it
turn you from a stone"
it just felt a little off, and somewhat interrupted the flow.
apart from that, i liked the way the piece unraveled, displaying a good knowledge of time and space. kudos.
