Carried in my hips,
piles of unread stage scripts.
Behind my shoulders,
the strength of a thousand soldiers.
In the twists of my colon,
secrets that have me swollen.
Centered between my eyes,
the wisdom of my past lives.
- Katarina Bučić
Updated: Jan 4
Carried in my hips,
piles of unread stage scripts.
Behind my shoulders,
the strength of a thousand soldiers.
In the twists of my colon,
secrets that have me swollen.
Centered between my eyes,
the wisdom of my past lives.
- Katarina Bučić