evil and full of love

Having completely opened up – I’d be wet on wet – A shadow in the sea, a big virus that’s part of the rest. Just then as my mother’s belly rumbled, I rumbled too – becoming tidal – not knowing how to move. Before closing my eyes, I learned how to love – I could remember children of children. A child in the face and a child stripped to boil. Boiling over tasteless. Boiling over in the night.

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