#placenta
LIGHT, dreary light, on a plaza, surrounded by
unexpectedly hopeless hope. And you, stubborn man.
This plaza is a placenta. And we are
the fetus that can never get out of
there. The maturity of pregnancy, and we
are not ever dare to actually be born.
If our mother dies, dry the umbilical cord.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC