Needed a break from work… and a conversation inspired this one

Reaching from the corner Enormous crushing hands Grabbing, holding, restraining Constricting and stiffening Belonging not to animal nor creature No childhood monster reaches forth No disembodied evil apprehends Yet reaching from the corner Curling fingers… 

waking suddenly alone Such distance forged between us; both inches of cold impassable bedsheet, Rumples impossible to ascend. No hiking equipment with which to assist my journey Failure; through lack of preparation? Embarking anyway, believing… 

First in a while – another txt poem I never sent…