Overexposed

In this rip tide my placenta heavy sits
Waiting for her miraculous repair

Gulf muddy me
Muddy indeed

Tendons penny partying
The love that surrounds a pair of ovaries

About Mari

There is a worn grain embedded in this fabric longing to be read.
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4 Responses to Overexposed

  1. no one knows what to say!! haha i talk to my ovaries too mari… they yell at me sometimes and shake my hips!

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