I’m birthing a shadow; pushing out a form from within, and
glad to have it out –
to end years of kicking and
pushing and peristalsis in my brain, my
But now, i am shaped around the form that is gone,
the thing got the best of me.
left me squatting over a puddle
where my soul once was.
What did you do there? God will ask me.
I shall say I leaked.