Bug On A Wall

“Bug on a wall, doe eyed, pressed to a window, steamed and well, comfortable..

I handled the last storm.

I’ve been meeting people who look like me again. I must admit I’m timid and shy to approach..”

In me

There’s a peasant in me

More tame

Domesticated

A puppeteer, my sweet labrinyth

From her I get my strength

Hard steps

Most prized possessions

My sorry little secrets