It's like, overnight, my bodybecomes a tomban entrapment of sensesI don’t understandand…
It starts with a thunderclapthat ripples, head to toe,lightening travels down the spineand your body starts to slow.
The smell of the freshly sodden ground,the earth and moss and mud,the breeze on which it…
To feel the air again would be a privilege.
Define me as you wish.
As bones clattering beneath bedsheets, knocking together through the slog of rolling over…
