I wanna die
inside
your womb,
Rot in your belly-
while meat devours my
tiny little fingers,
Slowly
as it gorges my flesh,
Your claws that knead
My breathing
space
digs a hole,
As they dump me like shit-
The flavor
so bitter,
so sweet-
like
someone’s
selfish
PASSION.
Die (revised)
3:46:00 PM |
Classification:
Poetry 1
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