It
snatches me up
crunching my bones
and crushing me down
to
make me fit
its taste of pain.
I
wait in its' stomach
marinating in the hurt
until
I am so starved for air
I claw my way from
the root of grief
Out of the beast
to
bathe in the sunlight and oxygen again.
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Unkempt Poetry
PoetryRandom poems, some old, some new. I try to date them, if I know when I wrote them. Leave a comment if you enjoy them!
