There's a piston near
his heart, pummelling his gut
a fist around his throat.
If he swallows, it
gets worse. He closes his eye lids.
'I am loved. I am.'
An allegory
for a lost soul colliding
with its own true self.
There's a piston near
his heart, pummelling his gut
a fist around his throat.
If he swallows, it
gets worse. He closes his eye lids.
'I am loved. I am.'
An allegory
for a lost soul colliding
with its own true self.