Curtains draping
over lungs
netting over
the tiny me
in my spine
melting
and wet
like a funeral
but only stretched out unfurling into snake
swelling into netting
so large it chokes out the Earth
& like a stress ball
I squeeze it
till the ocean
runs down my palms
through my veins
as I turn inside
crouching,
folding into myself
draping flannel
over my windows
& unfolding
into dollhouse
& I’m in
taking tiny bites
of a plastic pancake
until I can wake up.
Click here to read Gina Tron on the origin of the poem.
Image: “Untitled” by Radarxlove, licensed under CC 2.0.