Zywa Sacrificial girl

Underwater under pressure
from mama, I have a constrictor
around my neck, I'm in danger
of dying without a life
I'm a born heroine

Under chairs under the table
I am saving the whole world
with the utmost courage
every day. Just wait
until I'm grown up, a heroine

Under warm sheep's wool
under stars and clouds
I awake bleeding, defenceless
like a lamb, I sink
into my fleece, like a heroine

Poem 94
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2007-11-03

Collection: Mosaic virus 
Keyword: Hero(ine) 
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