there is a vine wrapping up and around my spine,
climbing the vertebrae,
tickling the base of my throat.


‘hello, i am here,’ the beast breezes from below.
‘how strong are you? how strong are you, now?’

do you still believe in your silly self?
do you still believe the sky is so blue?
do you still believe this earth will hold, you?

do you?


This entry was published on April 17, 2013 at 11:57 am. It’s filed under anxiety, creative conversation, emotions and stuff, head trips, honest conversation, life, photography, poetry, questions, weird, words, writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

5 thoughts on “strange

  1. Great! I like this. False Kundalini so to speak… keep it up. ;)

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