She spills ink like you drip melodies
Trotting on sharp ridges
Waiting to bleed
rhythm
That flows freely through a stream
Of movement.
Hips convulse
While they…
gyrate crazily to
Beats of black sweat
Moving pieces of puzzles to match imperfectly.
Let your spoiled seed curdle her thighs
and let
dents of worn flesh expand until
plains amongst plains have formed.
she wants imperfection!
nah
Normalcy.
she wants scars
FUCK that
Battle wounds.
42 hours and 15 minutes
of
impeding pulsating heart beats
Endless pessimism
Pretentious panting exuding throughout the nostrils of the y chromosone
Screams whipped the sound waves
her cries and my screams
Her cries my screams
criescream overlapped,
Consolidated into One voice.
Blinking placenta out of my eyes
I was responsible for that hairless flesh below my mothers belly button
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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NICE. All the more reason for me to fear childbirth...gawh!!
Wonderful usage of vocabulary.
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wow. sorry i have no useful feedback, i just had to say that this is simply beautiful. your words are so well-written, rhythmic, and intense. rock on.
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This is so amazing...it's really really good. Such powerful words, that really held me in this. I don't even really know what to say. I think u need to get some of you're poems published and share this amazingness with the world though. Excellent Job!
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...wow...okay, yeah that was um...very powerful. sad really. i like how it's kind of clips of the scene, almost like it would be for the mother almost in a fog of delerium, yet it tells you all that is needed to know. i really like this and wish to read more of your work because of it.
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