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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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A cynical optimist and mad scientist undercover, burgundy bug is the editor, graphic designer, webmaster, social media manager, and primary photographer for The Burgundy Zine. Entangled in a web of curiosity, burgundy bug’s work embodies a wide variety of topics including: neuroscience, psychology, ecology, biology, cannabis, reviews, fashion, entertainment, and politics.

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