Social Interaction Poem by Amy Marie

Social Interaction



The aloof Social Interaction
Keeps her chilly distance
As her most prized possession.

Met we first perched on a hill
Or rather not a bit.
Enclosed me she in
Clear walls.
They're tangible - come see!

I sense them with my fingernails
And thumbs and palms and eyes.
They are my and Secrecy's retreat
Even when Childhood smiles and dies.

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Amy Marie

Amy Marie

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