She has this fear that she has no names that she
has many names that she doesn't know her names She has
this fear that she's an image that comes and goes
clearing and darkening the fear that she's the dreamwork
inside someone else's skull She has this fear that if
she takes off her clothes shoves her brain aside
peels off her skin that if she drains the blood
vessels strips the flesh from the bone flushes out
the marrow She has this fear that when she does
reach herself turns around to embrace herself a
lion's or witch's or serpent's head will turn around
swallow her and grin She has this fear that if she digs
into herself she won't find anyone that when she gets
"there" she won't find her notches on the trees the
birds will have eaten all the crumbs She has this fear
that she won't find the way back
1 comment:
ahhh! it doesn't have the right spacing! stupid blog!
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