Hurt Alert

Every aspect of me is sensitive

The rubbing of a sock on my little toe

My innards if I ingest unsuitable morsels

Every speck is on hurt alert

It’s no wonder that

As I tread carefully

Then so must you

Every word you utter or don’t

Every touch you give or withhold

Can be beautiful fire or barbed wire

I’m not in between so please don’t be

Love me gently but with strength behind it

Gentle pressure. No sharp digs.

I’m not saying I’m covered in cotton wool

But I ought to be.

So easy there tiger before you rub

You are all grown but I’m just a cub.

(C) Slumpless

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