fgps:
There comes a day
when pacifiers
have to be put away
can’t all be as Linus
dragging around a blankey
‘til he’s buried with it
in a cartoon cemetery
the initial absence
is quite the harrowing experience
floor scuffed from paces
hair pulled out, leaving bare patches
nails chewed
‘til blood ensues
mind holds target
beating the horse long decayed
and then when all need
for security
is at it’s fervent peak
the ebb tide saves
erodes the need away
finding two strong legs
willing to carry you
towards a hidden path
that comfort obscured.
—foolishgirrl
