Pushed through a hot wet escape
I gasped for air
drenched in blood
and goo
and now
eighteen years later
I want to go back
to my dark and hidden cave
-in a none incestual way
I long to go back
to not breathing on my own
But I know if I went back
to the sticky and squished womb
I would be anxious to break free
spilling my mothers blood
So I suppose I'll stay inside the real world
for possibly another eighteen years.
Next to the sea, on the island
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