Ank-scietee-elling, I didn’t belong. In those arches, I pushed through it.

Wet replies told stories of moments before. Four concepts, drawn closer to, Tugs inwards alerted me of a… Catch Mine is never mine. And y’foreskin doesn’t belong to yoo.

Push though.. And it is again. Those arches.. Anxieties anew. We are human and yearn for home

Loop through my fingers till corosion Cuts deep valleys. Dirt, powder and bone.

Cuts deep valleys… Dirt, powder and bone.