Obsolete

Peristalsis;
Smooth muscle contracting downward
But wait a minute –
You know I fixate, regurgitate
I’m a baby bird
Oh, but it’s the mother who feeds their young this way
Hmm
I will produce no-one to provide for
My DNA will remain with me
Closed within this cage of flesh and consciousness
I can feel music
Predict rhythm
Visceral movement
Widen the schism
Poetic convulsions
Ripple through space and time
In this simple kitchen
Where I reside
And my time I bide
There is indeed history in the rooms of this house

Claire

Amateur poet (33f) who has an interest specifically in mental health, music and cooking. Looking to connect with and resonate with others who experience difficulties in life due to mental illness and difficult life circumstances, through poetry.

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