A Snail In The Grass Poem by Quênia Lalita
A Snail In The Grass
and now i ask the ghosts
and other sinister creatures
that haunt me to the bone
what do i even know
about pain, about suffering
about living in general
everything seems so small
to be taken seriously
unlike this bitter aftertaste
that fills my mouth
as the minutes rearrange,
i cannot breathe nor function
i am a snail in the grass
looking for meaning
slowly
slowly
slowly
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