Pray that I hit the hole
when I am hurled violently,
that I roll like cats
and land soft 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
and 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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