down in the deep dark pit of me
the epitome of salvation
I salivate
hungry and sick
a feeling spat up in the kitchen sink
scrape at the dirt in my fingernails
the leftovers from my rebirth
a product of earth
of fire and brimstone
I press my bare feet to the hot stone
the world quivers in the wake of me.

Words by stef lai
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Written on 2020-11-24 at 13:02

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
This is powerful writing.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome aboard, Stef. Iíve read your three posts and find them powerfully elemental. Great word and language use.