Id (of the three egos)

Wrote this poem 2 years ago, inspired by my psychology class. I do not endorse Sigmund freud but the three egos concept was interesting.

Take me at my primal
Hold my blood flesh and bone

Paint my name on the darkest corner
of the cave where all that can
be heard is the heartbeat

Of all that is
All that has hunger
Teeth saliva
And tears for

You are as ugly as I
We're all naked and wrapped in silk
Our clothes are made by moths
Our words are said with bare gums all our

teeth are falling out