It's been far too long,
and much too lonely
as the chilling winds of the Atlantic try to fuck up my face, body, and soul.
My heart has been crushed by all the negative energy in the world,
but I feel it begin to mend,
as I pull myself out from the pill bug position.
Annie's lyrics travel to my gut,
"Dying is easy, it's living that scares me today,"
but I trudge on.
Through the cold,
through the sludge,
through the racist, fat shaming pitfalls,
I prevail.
A new mutation,
ready for its spring metamorphosis.
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