womb and i am being carried by
fear by you by myself in mysterious
chains. my wings are withering away
and my guts are believing my pelvic
stoned eyes. i am barred in by every
moment and salted cathedrals are
dumping our aquatic demise.
promise me freedom and watch
as the paint dries solitude. bring me
back to pain and open skies; i was
always yours.
