the gulf

i’ll sit alone a room above the sea
fingers pruned from too long in the water
outsides shriveled like my insides
every organ i could feel with
wrinkled and dried out
the black fist keeps squeezing my stomach
that mere food will never fill

 

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Quadrille #91 – Keep

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