trisharooz

magnetism - forehead to knees halfway between fetal and natal is the fatal position my back curves in inverse fibonacci spirals crack opens each vertebrae tears my spinal cord, bares my neuroses read the insinuation in the sinuation of my bones I am no armadillo my arms neither armour nor armament only poles for whiteflag semaphor I turn my back to you not in rejection but in hope you will shield my weakest front.