A FUNK
Spinning in circles - circles - circles
My stomach churns, my head expands
This place I know, this place I've been
Trapped in its miry, musty ways
I gasp for air and freshness.
This routine makes my skin crawl
To escape its grip - my one desire
But how?
Please tell me now
I’m drowning, suffocating, writhing
Humiliated and exposed.
Copyright © Mary Ongwen 2010
My stomach churns, my head expands
This place I know, this place I've been
Trapped in its miry, musty ways
I gasp for air and freshness.
This routine makes my skin crawl
To escape its grip - my one desire
But how?
Please tell me now
I’m drowning, suffocating, writhing
Humiliated and exposed.
Copyright © Mary Ongwen 2010
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