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Tomorrow's Fetus
Tomorrow's fetus dies in the womb of todays dispair and in my rage I destroy yesterday
Life's neglect forcefeeds unkind thoughts down my throat yet still I starve and beg for more
This blade caresses my flesh,
the only contact that I long to feel so I kiss this blade and begin to mutilate
Like lambs to the slaughter so are my wrists a bitter sacrifice in which selfendulgance is my addiction
The blood flows like rivers
and flood this life with red pain, a colour so pure suicide could never whitewash away
Life's neglect forcefeeds unkind thoughts down my throat yet still I starve and beg for more
This blade caresses my flesh,
the only contact that I long to feel so I kiss this blade and begin to mutilate
Like lambs to the slaughter so are my wrists a bitter sacrifice in which selfendulgance is my addiction
The blood flows like rivers
and flood this life with red pain, a colour so pure suicide could never whitewash away
Published 16th Feb 2021
Author's Note
A poem from long ago...ups and downs are the norm it seems...
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- Edited 18th Nov 2021 8:45pm
16th Feb 2021 3:04pm
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