it gnaws at me,
an alien in my belly tugging
at my insides turning me inside out..
this palpable feeling of gravity
of my place on and in the earth,
sidestepping the grave
like a ballerina blindfolded
and dancing in the dark
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
it gnaws at me,
an alien in my belly tugging
at my insides turning me inside out..
this palpable feeling of gravity
of my place on and in the earth,
sidestepping the grave
like a ballerina blindfolded
and dancing in the dark
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