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Unborn

for astrid or helmsley, susanna or holden virgin to the pain skin not stained by blood that marches like ants across down. closed pink folds or an unpolished tip no tears of acid rain. we havent heard your heart beat undeveloped not dead or alive swimming through my mind breaking circuits, cracking hearts digging into the flesh, bleeding pink and frothy smells like sadness. lets see how you bleed. not yet. summer sun is fading. soon it will be baking again september. 9 months. unborn.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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