Please weave your nerves along My bones, my marrow is your supper. Please wrap your never ending absoluteness around My eternity, my endlessness is your reward.
Some human connections feel so intense that it becomes hard to deny the existence or magic.
This habitual Hypocritical ritual Keeps me cynical The biggest battle's internal A raging war roaring eternal To vile for an example Dying inside is literal Allowing the visual To be topically minimal Though the condition is critical A pitiful cry for help comes out in a trickle Subliminal and lyrical The unusual becomes typical With the refusal of a label There's no removal of the painful Every attempt has been futile Life is miserable When love is conditional
I’m no daughter I’m no mother born under a cabbage only worms as my fellow cradle I crawled on barren land my ***** and scratched skin covered with calluses
I’m no daughter I’m no mother born under a cabbage I fell the icy water took me but I was colder than it the current carried me away I climb on the bank I was clean
I am mother I became daughter I palpated happiness