Without warning, you unveil yourself as a thing that grips 
Equal parts protection and appetite 

You hold on, I hold you off from time to time 
And I’ve learned to doubt the pardon of protection 
You know that hogging something don’t make it yours 
A thing that grips doesn’t know how to show affection 

Forecasting every day, from here on out, 
You release and tighten, tighten 
A thing that grips 
Equal parts protection and appetite 

You hold on and I get blue from throat to eye 
And I’ve learned to doubt the pardon of protection 
You know that hogging something don’t make it last 
A thing that grips doesn’t know how to show affection 

What a conundrum for you to decide 
Whether to keep your spoils by your side 
Out of pride 
Or to eat em, away at em, every last piece

GRIP

© 2018 Katie Sin