I found this poem that I wrote a few days before my first Ayahuasca Ceremony last October. I had no idea how much of an actual goodbye letter that this would turn out to be.
I know you're in there
slimy, bubbling, toxic thing
you're trying to be still and quiet
but I can feel you
you're getting nervous, aren't you?
I can tell
and you should be nervous
because in six days, you'll have a new home
deep, deep in the ground
and not in my gut
and I will no longer see you scurry
from the corners of my vision
and mistake you for the roaches in my kitchen
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