(Parameters: 5 minutes, random word generator “Tight”, poetry, with Owen, Unedited)
Her eyes were closed tight.
Against the sun.
Against the pain.
Against the rain.
Her muscles were tight
when she began to run.
The way she felt when he slid inside.
The way her nails scored his skin
The way her body gave in
The way she committed the sin
The way her throat called out his name
And his voice mingled with her, akin.
The way she held on to the tiny fists,
The way her heart felt watching his steps
She walked behind
He walked so blind
Feet tight in tiny shoes
His laugh echoed through the morning