it's time to kneel at night's altar
quieten thoughts
to swallow answers into silence
and survive
for I'm too wild for sleep to be
anything pure
once again I tell my mom to hurry synonyms swarm in my belly rushing, quickly, soon hug me, hug me other hours...
2 comments:
This is beautiful, Maya.
It felt unfinished.. so extra thanks for your vote, Nicole!
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