It's Just What You Do...
Words from Hybrid Salon and Burned at Salondawega It’s just what you do. Stop time. It’s not mine. This awkward bumbling Fumbling in the dark Like something is growing inside of me A rage A tumor A balloon Pushing my organs to the side Pushing and making room But i don’t know what it is Or if it is benign or cancerous All these words and visions and ideas Caught in my throat in my belly in my lungs Burning And feeling like it all will burst at some point Burst through my skin
