in the dark, i feel it
down
wave upon wave till it rises
in my mouth
prayers erupting:
for smooth skin,
a night never ending,
and a day when the strength of my arms and the outline of my legs no longer matter to a single soul
not even me
until i sink in and accept that i am my surroundings
for this world has made me
why won't it feed its child?
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