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In the Belly of Lonely

I belong to no one, to nothing        
Not even to myself          
         
To neither the sky, nor this body          
         
My feet feel like trespassers on the ground, my hands are somehow a new stranger          
         
I feel lonely in every crowd of bodies and voices          
         
Which is to say, I feel lonely in my own          
         
In this chandelier of moist bones and tendons        
         
And I wonder- when the elasticity of myself wears will I fall apart easily          
         
Will it be as beautiful as teeth puncturing into the flesh of ripe fruit          
         
But my organs feel rotten          
Still reluctantly beating, breathing    
         
So I picture those same faces biting into me          
         
And I wonder,  
if I will change the way they reach      
         
Change the way they devour
         
         
         
 
Written by Damselinhandcuffs
Published | Edited 8th Jan 2022
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