Reply to Thomas Bot’s ‘Ode to Regret’

over.
moreover.

the thought that the muscle mangled.
the fetal push the umbilical strangled.

done.
spun.

the miracle that came
in the person I became.

applaud.
a people-less god.

every drop of water on my skin
stings like the smirk of gin

waltz.
exalts.

how I dance out of madness each day
as sanity and I sway.

free.
be.

and the bird broke out of its cage
and bonds were formed with a leafage.

leonell echa