You yawn.
Bandits, thorns
souls come and go
voices, larynxes overflowing.
The story
she acrobats oblivious.
He takes you again
the sleep.
You reach out
to feed the hunger.
Predatory memories
they itch
Are you crying.
Others ignore you.
You keep your head on your shoulder.
The mind is at risk.
You wake up.
You look out the window.
Tide the wait
rooted in her belly.
In nine months.
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