BairnA Poem by discombobulatenoun: SCOTTISH 1. a child.I
should hate you
You’ve
left a possessive mark on me; stretch
marks on my belly like raspberry ripple, you’ve
gouged your way through my uterus which
cramped and convulsed in martyred pain
Because
of even the possibility of your presence my
prime years, most of my lifespan have
five days a month of what should surely
be considered an illness
You
could be technically be known as a
parasite, a living organism living off of
my fertile host body; you’re
growing inside of me.
My
tits are swollen and tender, You
force me to waddle, undignified, before seeping out, bleary and halfway mine and it's enough that you submerge me You swell under my nurturing, twisting and snarling your way into puberty. My life is not my own, it is yours To stitch together or pull apart. I
should hate you. © 2013 discombobulate |
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Added on July 18, 2012 Last Updated on November 25, 2013 Tags: child, childbirth, children, woman Author
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