a burgundy zine

you are alive. i can feel it // poem

By: burgundy bug

XtaSeay and Burgundy Bug holding hands

Source: Plant Pals | Penelope Peru Photography

your life has a rhythm to it,

thump, thump, thump,

the draw of each breath reaches down to your navel before swelling your rib cage,

inhale, inhale, inhale,

the air swells in your chest and spills throughout your torso, down towards your pelvis before running and skipping out of the holes in your face,

exhale, exhale, exhale,

you are made of water, something bubbles inside,

gurgle, gurgle, gurgle,

you are alive.


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The bug behind the blog… A cynical optimist, burgundy bug is the editor, graphic designer, and main photographer for The Burgundy Zine. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it's got nothing on the bug. Her work embodies a wide variety of topics including: ecology, biology, neurology, cannabis, reviews, fashion, entertainment, and politics. If you are interested in learning more about the bug behind the blog or working with her, please visit our contact page.

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