QUICK THOUGHT. Thunder.

QUICK THOUGHT. Thunder.

THE BOLD MOM DOLL

I’m not going to ask for anything.

Anything at all.

Whether a hug, a kiss a push.

Attention, love, harm.

I told you, I’m a grenade.

Average is everywhere,

can find your way.

 

I’m no game, easy or random.

I’m no coward, weak, a fail.

My silence is for respect,

Not emptiness, no fear, no rest.

 

 

Can’t control the fierceness,

I need someone who can take.

Hard to catch? Perhaps, I’m stormy.

It’s your choice. “I can’t change.”

Remember? Need a thunder.

Not more. Not less.

 

**fiction poem**

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