survey 2.0

what do you do when you're missing?

the cavern grows and i can feel my ribs cracking open.

i’m sheltering my shoulders together

,

it feels hungry

it feels endless

it reminds me

again

and again

and again

of the final crack

the final breath

to be consumed,

forcefully free.

,

its a violent resurgence,

a bile packed truce

and a hand i won’t shake