Walking down
I feel (my stomach)
Enlarge In a size my stomach can finally Accept its heaviness
That has been unrolling since days

The cat bites on my arm align to the cracks
I’m inevitably torn to linger, to surrender
(And to be subject)

I don’t feel a flow
I never felt a flow
And Especially now when i’ve fallen from grace..

Dry glass as a fundament for distraction
Pressing onto me
A not (!) uncanny force
Regardless, I seem to want to call out (something)
To become somewhat enlarged myself
But I restrain

Magdalena Mitterhofer, giugno 2021