{"sf1_id":1270408,"sf2_id":"rnaAdj5n","title":"Gaki (poem)","author":"Dwale","words":103,"posted_at":"2017-11-30T18:53:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1270408-gaki-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnaAdj5n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9e/5e/9e5eb4f2-0b73-4ef0-b698-d8bff02c8a29","description":"Tried something new with this one. I hope you will enjoy it.","content":"Still waiting for a taste of something true  \nIn the maiden grass, chasing the fireflies,  \nThinking back on the last time you heard me  \nDrink dew like a hungry ghost in the night.  \nOh, would that my shuttered words could grow wings  \nAnd search this whole breadth of grudging country.  \nInstead, struggling long for a jagged breath,  \nMy songs choke and fall, and drown in my chest.  \nIron ropes, my wrists and ankles now are  \nFull of wire splinters. My throat is too thin  \nTo tell your worth aloud. But, could I view  \nYour moonlit skin, it would scorch my soul to cinders.  \n  \n  \n\n"}