sorry about the doom

A piece of art by Liz Stewart & poetry by Sofia Sears

there swim cyclical bodies in me

my joints, cells,

cramped inside;

do my arms flail?

there are planets inhabiting my being. there are novas.

there is no room for you right now.

I explode everyday.

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:

	theodysseyqueen on We’re Back
	Svetlana Cuss on Bad Art
	levy on How One Woman’s Corpse Altered…
	Brenda Liang on dark days
	Ponderer_With_A_Pen/… on six am

The Odyssey Zine