Tag Archives: babies

Period.

I’ll write poems for  The poetry remaining  Trapped within my womb.

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Mother’s Dagger

Chaos clouds surround my homespace universe in this ambiguous coffee shop. Familiarity is a stranger. I’m a lost soul seeking my mother and father in a land of hugless agony. Scars paint the walls. Stories carved in the corridors of … Continue reading

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Mother’s Song

Please, Mom, shine down on me. Give me a glow like to yours. Make them see I am your child and you are my Creator. You, Mother, formed me. You held my hand first. You touched my heart at its … Continue reading

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Escaping Destiny

My palms get sweaty. I wring my hands together. Breathing is shallow. I’m nervous. You’ve put demons in my belly to play with fire. They dance the dance I wish I remembered. All up and down and inside out. I’m … Continue reading

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Do Not Read While Eating

I’m bleeding. I’m releasing blood from my body. I’m fucking bleeding. Blood is coming out of my body and I’m wondering why I’m tired at 3:00PM. I’m bleeding and it is supposed to be normal. I will never understand what … Continue reading

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Pink Slip to Me

When I wake up, my first inclination is to exhale. Not inhale–exhale. That is the only difference I see with waking up and being born. Upon birth, the first thing you try to do is breathe in. Get in oxygen … Continue reading

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