i am carrying two stomachs
two hearts
and two minds to control it all
perhaps my mother was right.
perhaps theres a **** good gemini
ripping all my organs into pairs.
i feel a raging world within
the confines of my burnt skin,
split into two:
one suppressed and raw
one orderly and profited
i make bank, i solicit myself on my own
put togetherness
and sometimes, i want to delve deeply
and watch as everything collapses around
the sturdy bones that hold it all up
and the facade slowly melts around
the fact that i am something else,
writhing and squirming to be seen
just under the skin
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
i am carrying two stomachs
two hearts
and two minds to control it all
perhaps my mother was right.
perhaps theres a **** good gemini
ripping all my organs into pairs.
i feel a raging world within
the confines of my burnt skin,
split into two:
one suppressed and raw
one orderly and profited
i make bank, i solicit myself on my own
put togetherness
and sometimes, i want to delve deeply
and watch as everything collapses around
the sturdy bones that hold it all up
and the facade slowly melts around
the fact that i am something else,
writhing and squirming to be seen
just under the skin
