Tudor City Therapy 04/3/99

04/03/99

A pit of nothingness,
caught in my throat..

A peach seed grows,
inside me.

Upside Down.

White roots peeking out from behind my white teeth.

Brown branches straining against the wall of my stomac.

Me.

A bloated corpse pulsing with life

When I am still,
so very very still.

I can feel  tentacles of God  brushing against my skin
searching for suction cups to connect me with a  landing party that waits,

(tentative).

To dock and pump life into my bloody veins until I am one with God.

If only for a moment
If only for now.

To dock and pump life into my veins.

If only for a moment
If only for now.