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.


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