January 31, 2023

I am the one whose insides are mangled. They are contracted, constricted and holding all the danger of my life. I am the one who’s in anguish, feeling every dagger penetrating my skin and my soul. I am the one who is dried up—ready to escape to an underground place where I can ease the mangled constriction and know I’m safe and can relax. There are no daggers down below.