Anon Sanchez

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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