STILLBORN
find myself in a gardenwith dazzling plants
and wilful bushes
tiny fetus's hanging
wrapped up in wombsblack and strings
my incestuoes
watching my clumsy attempts
lowered down into the crypt
where the damp rests, waits
in the cages, malignant gazes
the loneliness is projected
and becomes silence
sliding into the amniotic fluid
the stillness ties me to the placenta
and the string is lowered into my unconscious
and forces the bloodshame, the wound
closing my eyes in the dark
open my mouth
letting the water in
the blood
the string is wreathing itself around
taking hold of me
strangling me
the very moment
I drown
in my own blood
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-02-20 at 00:18
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