CentersA Poem by Natasha Montgomery
Quick!
Cover up that hole I just dug! I can see the bones, and the bodies; some decayed, others fresh, while you ignore them. Hide! Let's pretend it doesn't exist! Shallow existences and shallow graves. I want to dig. I want to dig all of the way down. To the center, dark and warm. A life so deep, I become lost in it.
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Added on October 19, 2017 Last Updated on November 8, 2017 Author
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