inside my hallowed spine
there are worms and things
of much naivity
inside this spine of mine
is a spreading disease
killing everything
inside my rotten spine
hides everything i am
oh how can i stand
having such a spine
where things die
all the time
inside my hallowed spine
anxiety
it’s been such a long time
poetrythis lava
that courses
through my
veins
these spiders
that crawl
through my
brain
they have
always felt
just this
way
and it
does always
burn the
same
this night
that bodes
me to
shake
the sieve and the sand 