Afterbirth

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.
2020-11-28


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome aboard, Stef. Iíve read your three posts and find them powerfully elemental. Great word and language use.
2020-11-24