I can smell the fresh paint,
thinking it should be blue
for the future small you.
I rub my belly watching for growth
of the child you put inside of me by force.
Of course not to be out done,even by
yourself, violently you took my child away
kicked him from my womb.
Laughing as the blood ran down my thighs
in tiny trickles like sinister kisses,
from a lovers soft lips.
And when I awoke,
I found I had not escaped
and yet my small babies fate
lay in a pool of blood
in the already ruined rug.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 5:07 PM UTC
I can smell the fresh paint,
thinking it should be blue
for the future small you.
I rub my belly watching for growth
of the child you put inside of me by force.
Of course not to be out done,even by
yourself, violently you took my child away
kicked him from my womb.
Laughing as the blood ran down my thighs
in tiny trickles like sinister kisses,
from a lovers soft lips.
And when I awoke,
I found I had not escaped
and yet my small babies fate
lay in a pool of blood
in the already ruined rug.