Poetry Drafts / 19 January 2020

god of hugs

If there was a god of hugs, or a god
at all, they would not let me suffer: to be
void of hugs; or kisses for
[ding]
decades

I swear to the highest & the mightiest
that there is a need
a need for hugs &
kissing

I am fucking screaming
for physical contact
& huggings

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.