Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear.
splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.
screaming, the core is ripping, slashing, splattering covered in splash. rest
Awake, alive, breath, open. we are coming in to the core of your belly. It’s only me. me, me, me, the unshakable, the unseen, untouched.
I will fill every part of you, I will breath every piece and keep you inside, alive, untamed, rotted.
I will break you, I will bring you down to the core of my belly, you will be unshaped.
Nothing. Nowhere. where do I fall?
You are my life, you are my soul, you are tamed, we are one.
You are a figment of my imagination.