i get small
falling in
on myself when
the words
become obstinate
like a
self-contained
marsupial.
i have
forgotten
which pouch
i am in
a writhing tumor
in my own flesh
seeking solace
in puckered scars.
i get small
falling in
on myself when
the words
become obstinate
like a
self-contained
marsupial.
i have
forgotten
which pouch
i am in
a writhing tumor
in my own flesh
seeking solace
in puckered scars.
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Puckered scars reminds me of other things like pictures you need to send me and I think I’m focused on the word puckered 🤔
I also like the poem lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
i have a painter friend making a portrait of it for you. these things take time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yay! 😍
LikeLiked by 1 person