Grave-Borne
Born under a new moon Bathed in pressure Stuck within a chute Craving just one second Of glistening noon Normalcy Fingertips touching Bangs sweeping Imaginings Never meant to be Instead I barely Clawed my way free Nails ripped out Stuck in the earth Grunting and groaning Emerging like The living dead Walking arms out Straight ahead Filthy and pale Wandering Squinting Lost in the sun Clods of dirt Falling from my hair And still I continue Shuffling along Down till present day
K.B. Silver
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