Testing Limits by Julz Martin

It’s not like
laying in balls of yarn,
but like
laying
in crocheting hooks and scissors.

Seeing everyone as they are,
Big eyes,
listening,
Can take you away.

Riding pride
To learn sin;
It’s like a rush,
Arush in a gust of wind.

Why are you so tired of it?
Its pulling hair,
And bare feet
On wet pavement.