joeythenifty

I returned to SG today like a baby tortoise to the ocean, and found a comment from a bona fide suicide girl awaiting me. This event has led me to conclude that you should always see a person naked upon first meeting them, it's really neat.
I found the last poem I wrote, and decided that the only way it's going to be read is if I sneak it in here:

Underground thunder
Sounds loudly
And rumbles my bones

Muffled, they stutter
Hard, clumsy
Where light has ne'er shown

Any guesses as to what that poem is about?