A hungry spirit
Is swallowing fear
Then washing it down
With gulps of air
Letting it sit
Digesting a bit
Acquiring a taste
But the taste is like shit
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A hungry spirit
Is swallowing fear
Then washing it down
With gulps of air
Letting it sit
Digesting a bit
Acquiring a taste
But the taste is like shit