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Dec 2016
The foetus has a swollen face,
And Long stiff limbs,
eyes are black pits
Of a crimson dream.

The hair is long
Still smells like mud,
FoetusΒ Β answered to my kiss
With a rotten tongue.

No death can Tear us apart,
Foetus's body is cold,
its gonna get colder,
my love will ignite, what was left to smoulder.

I move my hips,
Inside her I am home,
I'll keep on loving,
Till the marrow dries from her bones.

All the blatant day, I stay by her side,
death has a claim,
And a right to my bride.

I shut the stubborn old doors,
Pull the curtains and hide,
I heard something moving
Somewhere outside.

death comes  sneaking in,
Trough the keyholes
He's clever and he knows
What's beneath the floorboards.

Death comes to feast,
Like a greedy hungry beast,
He wants it all
And here he crawls,
To the foetus, to my bride,
To my lover no more.
Written by
Eloi  20/F/London
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