Poetry · Writing

Upside-down

Freezing tips of fine

knives peel my skin back

like a banana peel.

Dangling in Limbo

toes flying in comfort

of a home I once knew

cheeks plunging

deep into a shadow

pulling me deeper.

Breathing the darkness in

back of my throat

rushes down

swirls around the soul

and leaves before

my toes can touch

Earth.

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