Fallopian BloomsMichelle Detorie
You know best. – always you do. Two fish tubes tied in a knot, a bow for the womb fixed by an arrow shot through the target yarn. Unlace the lock. Tick-tock the clock blooms — fallopian too! Egg swimming in the numbers of the clock. Wake up! We can't stop our descent. No matter what you do — no matter who — you cannot catch us once were through.
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