A Room of My Own

I had a womb.
I had a womb of my own in my old home,
I had a womb.
I was in a constant state of falling.
I heard, the ground was calling calling.
oh and I knew…
I had a room.
I had a room of my own in my old home,
I had a room.
I lay underneath the sapphire ceiling and underneath the plastic star-glow.
I drew a hundred pictures in an hour’s time, the images poured in through my
eyes.
oh and I knew…
I had a tomb.
I had a tomb of my own in my old home,
I had a tomb.
I was in a constant state of falling.
I read a hundred stories in an hour’s time, the chapters poured in through my
mind.
oh and I knew…
that it would happen again.
And it would happen again.
It would happen again.