elegant
what is this inside of me?
it isn’t blood that flows through my veins
it isn’t heart that beats so loud in my ears
it isn’t bones that keep my rotting flesh together
who are you inside of me?
tearing. thrashing. illuminating.
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to you, from eight months later
what is this inside of me?
it isn’t blood that flows through my veins
it isn’t heart that beats so loud in my ears
it isn’t bones that keep my rotting flesh together
who are you inside of me?
tearing. thrashing. illuminating.