Numbers Poem 3
Between the glossy panels of my mind
Thoughts of love children
Puking inside their mother’s wombs
Travel back and forth and back and forth.
What makes you think it is alright to discard my
Mental capabilities as trifle
Emotional walls which you would rather stray
Graffiti paint on to camouflage as curtains
of the bedroom the night before and after a hot spell?
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