I Kissed Life’s Belly

Just a poem that casually contemplates existence

Morgan Blair
2 min readAug 26, 2022
The base of a tree’s truck with thick roots filling the foreground of the image
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One day I tripped and fell through a crack in the earth

into a cave below the surface

where my lungs turned to dirt

and my veins became long tangled worms

that swam in twisted knots

while my heart was baked in black, molten tar

that bubbled and erupted through the spines

of the tree’s angry roots.

And as life’s belly sat on my face for a kiss

i felt the pattering of people’s feet

dancing up and down my spine

i looked up through the transparent ground

to witness the bliss

of those still touching the sun’s ray

and envy shot through my chest

frying my heart that was already baked.

But as I kissed life’s belly

the dirt whispered in my ear

secrets about everything that was

but was never meant to be

about the illusion of pattering feet

of light and dark



Morgan Blair

Writing about the messy parts of life that make us human. Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/artmorganblair