that extra effort you had forgotten how to give
is what warped you into those different realms
that hyper-reality that gave you new skin
in some ways, you are your own mother
inseminated with thought seeds
by some phallic god force
life is a womb
and you're the mother-fucked self-fed placenta
you're the decider, the catalyst
to feed or
malnourish
ouroboric facts:
you are your own sustenance
your own fuel
feed off of others and you'll fade away
I love the message and the imagery. I have written a poem with a similar message, but all of my poetry so far is very clear and literal. I want to start being more metaphorical and this is great inspiration. Thanks for posting ^_^
