My arms have been.
Cut off.
Feet.
Nailed to the floor.
I don't know what,
But I'm doing it wrong.
I feel so much.
At stake.
Like stakes through the heart.
I am grief incarnate.
No one's died.
I feel like all,
the flowers.
I'm sitting in a gravesite.
The ceremony was beautiful.
Was it.
0nly held.
And was I.
Only to be put in the ground.
I feel petrified in dirt.
Then dismembered,
De-powered, and swaddled in earth.
Can't move at all.
My brain's been eat out.
Imprisoned in this bed.
Being swallowed,
Whole trying to keep.
My insides down.
But it doesn't work
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
My arms have been.
Cut off.
Feet.
Nailed to the floor.
I don't know what,
But I'm doing it wrong.
I feel so much.
At stake.
Like stakes through the heart.
I am grief incarnate.
No one's died.
I feel like all,
the flowers.
I'm sitting in a gravesite.
The ceremony was beautiful.
Was it.
0nly held.
And was I.
Only to be put in the ground.
I feel petrified in dirt.
Then dismembered,
De-powered, and swaddled in earth.
Can't move at all.
My brain's been eat out.
Imprisoned in this bed.
Being swallowed,
Whole trying to keep.
My insides down.
But it doesn't work
Powerless
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