Pray that I hit the hole
when I am hurled violently,

that I roll like cats
and land softly
on paddy feet that I swim like otters
free and surf like Icarus
of the sea and waterproof
i dangle now
stuck in and out
and bleeding
upside down
and reeling
eyes throbbing red
red red red dark
today will be a birth or an
abortion a hand or a sharp knife
liberty or lambasting
and sentenced to
Kafka penitentiary


I know it’s scary. I also know that whatever happens, you will make it the best.
Trying to find you.
There.
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