i'm dropping pin needles on ice
each ting stabs at my own fragile heart,
my ego
it's living, really, there is something alive inside of my throat
it thrusts and kicks like a baby in a womb
i tell myself i need this creature; the parasitism.
least i can do is house misery in hopes some life emerges.
© 2015 Kate Volk
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
i'm dropping pin needles on ice
each ting stabs at my own fragile heart,
my ego
it's living, really, there is something alive inside of my throat
it thrusts and kicks like a baby in a womb
i tell myself i need this creature; the parasitism.
least i can do is house misery in hopes some life emerges.
© 2015 Kate Volk
