by Unknown
May 2010 384 Views 0 comments
in utero
In a tomb
of lies,
I writhe
and resist
the belly of my fate,
the unconscious life
darts
and swirls
like forked fire
in caves of crimson heat,
this
my incarcerated soul
waiting
to spread its wings.
of lies,
I writhe
and resist
the belly of my fate,
the unconscious life
darts
and swirls
like forked fire
in caves of crimson heat,
this
my incarcerated soul
waiting
to spread its wings.
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Posted: May 2010
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Waiting to escape the prison of my skin.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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