in your womb
the silent
indistinct chatter
and a slow pounding
there are no choices here it’s
a stifling
pool of piss, saliva, and sweat, dying
to come out
my hands are tied
like my neck
growing while you feed
me. more and more tightly it grows.
now, the air is gone
and the water is fine
the blood red moon
is a clear blue sky
i can hold my breath
and breathe
under water
outside the tomb
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