My pursed lips tugging
the silver umbilical cord through your navel
Each inch stimulating like a vibrator on 
a virgins clit
Exposing secrets along a life line
Each inch wrapping itself like a turban
around my crown
Squeezing the consciousness
Each inch suffocating like playing 
sadomasochistic huff games
Blacking out from reality
Peanut butter and jelly may taste exquisite 
together, but still a meal in a child's lunch box
Realizing I'm holding jump rope instead of 
the lining to a cloud 
The school bell warns two mins. to recess
Shredding a constricting uniform
Look upon my rebellious, naked flesh
I regain flight

©Natalie N. Narine