To internal suffering, the great Boa

Coil around me,

From cuticle to follicle,

Constrict me to that point,

Where my vessels near excrete my mere survival,

Cocoon me with your un-wanting tendon.

Then…

Release me,

And let my crippled bones

Eggshell around your existence

Because my skin is not broken,

Means not that do not suffer.

Poem by Lindani

Posted on: 20th July 2023