I am below
I am close...
Gasping, needing air
Grasping, but nothing's there...
In, thoroughly
then out, slowly...
Behind these walls strikes lightning;
space so calm, silence inviting...
It feels like I am in the
middle of a tunnel...
I'm in bed all day/
I got nothing to say...
I felt the air change
reverberate...
I thought I once knew
Just how to define hollow...
I wonder if
I really am...
Self care isn’t fun
I mean maybe it is if you actually have an easy...
Caught you sitting; fingers spread,
Dusty organ keys , gut pit a coiled...
Take a cloth
and slide it across my skin...