la carcasse

tried to reach for a self that was undiscovered

or even,

unborn.

a self that stood across the room.

a self that stares right back at me with deep thoughts and shit.

a self that broke out of the la carcasse (shell),

never before,

grew up in the streams of blood,

among the drops of sweats and tears.

it existed.

question of the day:

(or maybe, question of this life)

to let it breathe & grow, or to diminished it

pronounced as the letter 'J'

Jae.