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Your studio...

  • Writer: Lalima
    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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