this story is being written
over me
fingerprints, bruises
a spill of cells that swim
upwardthrough me
deliveringlife that wasn’t here
to begin
with.
is it
mine?
this story is being written
over me
fingerprints, bruises
a spill of cells that swim
upwardthrough me
deliveringlife that wasn’t here
to begin
with.
is it
mine?