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Mothering Habits
Why am I bleeding
From an eye I cannot see out of
Panicking to friends all holding on
To the knives I gave, some bloodied.
Why should I care for parts of me,
Come to exist only to bring pain.
My Heart bore a foetus for me
To hear screaming of futures
I shall never have, only covet.
My being trivial to pure consciousness
Echoes of laughter, malicious laughter
Treating me prisoner-like by memories
I will not let go of.
My beautiful narcissism will
Kill me.
From an eye I cannot see out of
Panicking to friends all holding on
To the knives I gave, some bloodied.
Why should I care for parts of me,
Come to exist only to bring pain.
My Heart bore a foetus for me
To hear screaming of futures
I shall never have, only covet.
My being trivial to pure consciousness
Echoes of laughter, malicious laughter
Treating me prisoner-like by memories
I will not let go of.
My beautiful narcissism will
Kill me.
Published 14th Jun 2014
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