veterata

recountatrix

i was in the dark though. it was a meat dark.
but i was in it. i was inside it like a seed.
there were protrubances like sharp-ass rocks and
i was desperate i say. and root-filled.

but i found a way outside it. i pulled and crawled on out of it
and there was meat for days. there was
meat for the fat white flies, even. there was
meat for the children.
hey down a down.
meat for days.