Your studio...
- Lalima

- Oct 26, 2023
- 1 min read
I hid there in the anteroom to your studio
Foiling the whirly worms inside my throat
Besides the fluttering wings within my gut
I don't remember being afraid of you, ever!
New leaf of alarm, I do not wish to grow...
Your replica, younger, stronger and brutal
Rules instead when you exit that door
The mayhem in which I am flung about
Hapless midget in a world of giant people
Not tasting the chain of robust and invalid.
Vexed from the studio or the melodrama
Of domestication or more so of ordinary
You exited the door, the gate, the hearth
Saughting some sort of significance in you
I was left behind in the anteroom,... of your studio.





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