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Mon, 06/06/2016 - 03:03 -- OKPCREE

The gracious earthworms are spreading over me

crawling over every surface and crevice of my body

as I lay in hibernation in the brown soil

 

The keeper of time digs and sets me free

yet, I cannot be grateful for his charity

the cold air cracks my freshly baked skin

 

As I attempt to move forward from my burial,

I remember the comfort the empty worms brought me

And how I feel, pulling on my weak heart, bounded 

 

I am my own woman, 

Or how I should feel, 

Yet I am fearful

Nothingness;

Silence;

Hush;

Me;

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This poem is about: 
Me

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