Post Traumatic Stress Poem by Francie Lynch

Post Traumatic Stress



She used her sway
Like a dangling watch
Swinging on a chain:
She stopped my eyes,
I was mesmorized,
Entranced,
In a post hypnotic haze.
If she snapped her fingers
I'd cluck,
I'd bark,
Do whatever she'd ask,
But she kept on swinging
And left me panting
In post traumatic stress.

Sunday, January 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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