Apr 20, 2022
1 min read
Flesh-Devouring Formerly Non-Dead
Poetry
We scamper from house to building, squatting
Akin to an aging MLB catcher
Becoming slower and less adept as time passes
As our garb and protective equipment fades and frays
Chronic fear and complex trauma, our constant companions
Bathing us
As ocean waves
Rhythmically crash the shores and…
