To internal suffering, the great Boa
Coil around me,
From cuticle to follicle,
Constrict me to that point,
Where my vessels near excrete my mere survival,
Cocoon me with your un-wanting tendon.
Then…
Release me,
And let my crippled bones
Egg- shell around your existence
Because my skin is not broken,
Means not that do not suffer.
Poem by Lindani
Posted on: 20th July 2023