Bulge

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stretched taut

translucent 

as ever


a gift, life

seems to me

a great lie


grow grow grow

from inside

parasite


divert

energy

oxygen


nutrients

steal the secret

of my soul


nine long months

eat me up

fill you up


better yet

I'll keep you 

dormant


let you pass

to the ones that 

lack disgust


My Year of Unrest: a collection of poems I wrote in 2020Where stories live. Discover now