Spider webs suspended above my arms drift to and fro a heaviness, pulling yet raising me against the tide. The flickering red light, like a neon sign catches my subconscious attention. A heartbeat, warm wetness, and distant noises, I return to the womb. It ebbs down my neck to my shoulders. Slowly, the coldness touches my skin. When I emerge I am old, tired, forgotten. My hands, aged and shriveled, pull the wrap about and I sleep. 3-23-86 -- my bubble bath -- 11:24 p.m.Birth sign: Not entered
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