Little Matters Poem by Bianca Free

The little matters, they got me down
below the stars, below the sky
They watered me down to this tasteless bit
And then they spit
Spit me out
below the grass, below the dirt
Where everything hurts, everything's worse
the ants crawl around in my jaw
As I wait for the inept nurse
and when she comes she withdraws
The brown world sits on my head
...my legs are shackled to this curse

The little matters, they pulled me down deep
below the sand, below the sea
They turned me all around, and set me off course
with breezes as soft and sweet as kisses
and somehow they've blown me into a pit
without a solid bottom to it
I keep falling and calling
my voice, echoing in this grave
But even if they heard me
noone could save me
I have to be the hero
AH! but...my legs are shackled to this curse