little purple cube
turning over in your womb of ink
if I get too close will you squirt your inerds out?
leaving me in a dark fog
wondering what I did wrong
maybe you will open your tentacles
and absorb me into your middle
wrapped in your many legs
I feel both trapped and comforted
if only I could release and let
you swallow me whole
but the many hurts that surround
my soft pink inside
no longer allow penetration
they stand guard like boulders.
1 comment:
cousin your creativity overwhelms me.
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