I felt you tapping my forearm.
Flexing my bicept.
Cramped my calf you fuck!
Spazzed my lungs, locked my hamstring.
Ankes, I couldn’t get up!
The messege was loud and clear…
I don’t own me. I’m for rent.
I’m the renter so hellbent.
On living life like this was me
when interdimensionally
You could tug my umbilical cord
And in No Time there I’d be.
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