southside trapped

transmition

my heart is the study of reason

i grasp your strength with my heels

and you pushed the placenta away

down in westhiemer

too late

we crushed caps together

i ran to the edge of the ocean

i digged deep in the floor of the ocean

my scars are fates lashes

and fate will return my placenta,

because I unfold only in the now, I am rudely alive.