Ambee
October 2nd, 2002, 04:54 PM
With a straw jammed down my spine,
you drink me up.
My skin is now shriveled rind,
a shroud for my hollow bones.
But if I sever your umbilical straw,
you will perish.
So I continue to let you drink me up,
and I hope you won't notice
you are sucking air.
you drink me up.
My skin is now shriveled rind,
a shroud for my hollow bones.
But if I sever your umbilical straw,
you will perish.
So I continue to let you drink me up,
and I hope you won't notice
you are sucking air.