Hibernation

Each year

I am buried

Deep underground.

The earth moves

Shifting & breathing

Sand & dirt

Heavy.

The worms coil

Cover my skin

Make of me a new hollow.

I curl

I eat

I curl

Seek warmth.

Each year

The pull of the underground

Stronger.

Each year

I doubt I will find my way upward

Again.

 

 

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~ by Athena on April 30, 2014.

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