Starving

On a lack of love,

Light as a feather

Empty as words--

I--

Know it wouldn’t take much,

To lift me

To say

To touch

To kiss,

To lift me

Out of the abyss;

I swear I left my pride

A thousand days away…

I beg you,

Why do you wait?

I’m Easy to save.

Throw

Down

The Rope.

~Voice in the Dry Well to the Shadow Above

AKA Maiden in Distress