Stretched pieces of my flesh
Gutting this zygote as it has already attached
A blood stream of bleach washes it away
Wounds clawing at the massacring ghost
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Stretched pieces of my flesh
Gutting this zygote as it has already attached
A blood stream of bleach washes it away
Wounds clawing at the massacring ghost
I do not believe in abortion this is just something that came to me. Not sure why.
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