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we are predators merely mating for the night for at dawn you will leave and i will be cultivating this monster of ours in this barren womb of mine alone two months of glass and rusty nails and we are both finally alive enough to feel the burn that is growing in our stomachs. you are growing bigger. and the days are growing closer. i can feel your little devil horns poking holes in my lungs as if it was yesterday. there is no love in this child because there was none put into it. you came in november when it was cold and i held you to my chest like loving mothers are supposed to do...right? and you feel so cold, child you feel so cold. there is no rhythm in your chest and no sparkle in your eyes you don't babble or coo or breathe you just stare aimlessly into the stars listening to the pitter patter on the rooftop. still - born. climbing out of your fleshy cage shell shocked. jaw unhinged as if you don't know how to speak and of course   you don't. it's as if your existence itself tore the world apart.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
werewolf womb
we are predators merely mating for the night for at dawn you will leave and i will be cultivating this monster of ours in this barren womb of mine alone two months of glass and rusty nails and we are both finally alive enough to feel the burn that is growing in our stomachs. you are growing bigger. and the days are growing closer. i can feel your little devil horns poking holes in my lungs as if it was yesterday. there is no love in this child because there was none put into it. you came in november when it was cold and i held you to my chest like loving mothers are supposed to do...right? and you feel so cold, child you feel so cold. there is no rhythm in your chest and no sparkle in your eyes you don't babble or coo or breathe you just stare aimlessly into the stars listening to the pitter patter on the rooftop. still - born. climbing out of your fleshy cage shell shocked. jaw unhinged as if you don't know how to speak and of course   you don't. it's as if your existence itself tore the world apart.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
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