Consumed Poem by Kristin Schanbacher

Consumed



This thing that has grown,
it is out of control
it will swallow me whole
if I can't let it go
spun into space-
a spectacular speedbump
unable to move
stuck like a tree trunk
spanning all sides
of my sludge covered mind
startling me-
with such a simplistic find

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