08-17-2022, 11:28 AM
The me that is now
was born in the dark
of an almost dawn.
Drifting between the dream
and not, I became awake
and began to see,
for now, only the shadows
of what exits at the in-between,
the seam of the world.
I shared this new sight
for others to read,
such a soft under belly
exposed.
And I did bleed.
Only to find myself
hungry for my own blood.
was born in the dark
of an almost dawn.
Drifting between the dream
and not, I became awake
and began to see,
for now, only the shadows
of what exits at the in-between,
the seam of the world.
I shared this new sight
for others to read,
such a soft under belly
exposed.
And I did bleed.
Only to find myself
hungry for my own blood.
The me that is now
was born in the dark
of an almost dawn.
Drifting between the dream
and the not, I became awake
and began to see,
for now, only the shadows
of what exits at the in-between,
the seam of the world.
I shared this new sight
for others to read,
to say their words.
And I did bleed.
Only to find myself
hungry for my own blood.
was born in the dark
of an almost dawn.
Drifting between the dream
and the not, I became awake
and began to see,
for now, only the shadows
of what exits at the in-between,
the seam of the world.
I shared this new sight
for others to read,
to say their words.
And I did bleed.
Only to find myself
hungry for my own blood.