If it was fire, I would be burned across my liver.
If it was water, I would be floating belly-up one hundred miles down stream.
If it was a daydream, I would have plummeted from the heaven’s and crushed by heavy streets below.
I’ve always known the thick romance of being lost, deep in black brain jungles, where tigers eat tigers to build their own stripes.
My birth brought it. It was my placenta. We were strong together and now I am separated from eternity.