Try putting an octopus, tightly wound into a suitcase,
It’s shiny slithery being, with all it’s arms flailing,
The weighty core throbbing, Oh! It’s so embarrassing!
I kept them all tightly wound, in a tiny corner of my mind.
But out they come snorting, at the slightest of a feeling,
The hint of tobacco in the air, the fall of feet on the stair,
The locking of the door with greatest care!
I hide under the bed, my little arms and legs hugging each other,
My terror struck eyes, my parched throat, my body’s silent struggle,
Nothing would stop him from prying open my arms and Oh! My legs too!
Wet and dirty, I coil into myself, but the memory keeps spreading
Like a slimy slithery being, filling my mind, filling my being…
Featured image: Narwhal and Octopus by David Michael Hinnebusch, WikiArt.org
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