Pruney in the AM

I lay here

on my side

water coming up

to cover only one

butt check,

and it is dark

my skin is

shriveled like

a raisin, yet

I don’t want to

get out. For to

get out means to

start my day,

to leave the warm

water that prunes

me.

And my confidence

plummets,

is this even art?

Do you even care to

read about this?

Have I lost it,

have I ever

even had it?

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