Consume MeA Poem by Eli Lane
Once, I still heard the music of my people. I still had dreams of us turning animal and consuming either ourselves or those around us.
We were bears. Dogs. Rampant runs. Ultimate joy. You pull your tongue across my forhead. How can I pull myself together after the real world? © 2014 Eli Lane |
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1 Review Added on January 15, 2014 Last Updated on January 15, 2014 AuthorEli LaneTNAboutJust like any woman; we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same. - flb I am a twenty two year old who i.. more..Writing
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