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Lame Poet Sep 2013
A bond grows into
a form long and sharp, shining
with thin deception.

The knife stabs through her
unceremoniously.
Satan waits to chew.

Within the briefest
moment, the knife releases
spermatozoa, the seeds.

Earnestly sowing
themselves into her innards,
she writhes, expecting--

The lumbar region
swells in perverse production--
Mock maternity.

The formation of
a placenta from the spine--
Woeful womb of Hate.

Betrayal as long
as the knife from which it came,
borne long after Birth.


-LP
Lame Poet Sep 2013
Teach me what it feels like to lose everything:
Grab the gun
the bag
the bottle
the noose--
Feel the texture:
cold
synthetic
smooth
fibrous--
Hear the whispers:
blaspheme
encompass
comfort
lie--


-LP

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