Yesterday
I was to be still
I was to be small, folded
My body needed darkness
And in absence, re-moulded.
Today
I am muscle contractions
I am cleaving ice
Pulsating, whirring machinery
Oil, wax and spice.
Tomorrow
I hope I am opalescent
Wet with new skin
Creative and energised anew
Flowing, flowing within.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC
Yesterday
I was to be still
I was to be small, folded
My body needed darkness
And in absence, re-moulded.
Today
I am muscle contractions
I am cleaving ice
Pulsating, whirring machinery
Oil, wax and spice.
Tomorrow
I hope I am opalescent
Wet with new skin
Creative and energised anew
Flowing, flowing within.
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