A Writer’s Wish

Numb to it all

My world slipt away

Was it mine

This foreign body

of water deserted

and dripping of new substance

Maybe divined maybe cursed

Cure me of my ailments

Feed me your wine but allow me

a foot on the ground

A toe?

A finger?

-Saschia

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