 cobwebs and ovaries.
3."woman, woman...don't act so crazed!"
i mutter to myself on downward days...
my stomach is buckling...
period, memory, haze.
"come back to me...come back to me"
i pleadingly state.
over and over in thousands and eight.
i pull...and i push...lay down...
interrogate.
(in terrors gate).
i open my eyes wide in the deepest dream way... ifloatovertopofmybodyatnightandsearchforthetrapped
pulsescagedinlikeafight.
next time i'll bring cutters to open, release...then i'll steal all my insides to the forest;for peace.o0m0o
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