you can stretch until your spine snaps spreads apart separates you from earth tears tendons and flesh the absurd desire to leave my feet and grow wings
ek dryf in koperson want wolke is te wit om op te trap en blou lug te min om my te hou ek dryf in illovo-stroop lig wat om my vou soos ‘n ma se hande wat skulp om ‘n kind se huil
all the blood and violence awakened ferocious appetite for life a bright gleaming hunger on the edge of the knife every moment a juicy morsel born from strife