Empty Womb

Written by: Blythe Journey

Red marionette smile
Painted with blood 
Reminders of a hollow womb
Puppet strings guide 
My listless spirit to
The foot of my soul's tomb
Clenched fist full of 
Nothing beat at 
Mother Earth's selfish ground
I hold hands full of 
Wilted flowers and lay 
My trampled dreams down  
Vacant eyes wander 
But I see my light
Fading to a dark glow
The stench of 
Rotting fruit I smell 
And time refuses to slow 
My stinging heart pumps
Razor blood to remind
Me of my pain  
Dreams of smiling children
Wake me to my
Hearts blood stain