This umbrella blocks fleeting glances like rain
One, Two, Three...BLAST OFF!
Taking aim at those beautiful
And piteous. Like flying aces catapulting
Arrows in my heart. My umbrella:
my eyelids; little pieces of flesh
to shield your ululations and broken sighs.
...but as the sound of footsteps walking away
On the linoleum floors of my heart echoes the
bombardment of glances; glares withers; peels
Falls off of me like satisfied leechs on their way
to find some new unsure souls to feed upon. And
as they do - as any natural instinct - writhe to that
Next victim; prey, I too am a leech
Sucking; Feeding; and alas, You Are Bleeding.
Author notes
Been reading E.E. Cummings the last couple of days. I like it.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful!!! Very honest n introspective.. perhaps a bit too honest n hard on yourself.. but its good.. Writing is such a wonderful medium.. to see, to create, to wonder, to vent, to discover and so much more! Made a wonderful read.. thank you for sharing this
Keep having fun, keep writing 
Kunjal.
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