08-03-2013, 02:55 AM
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At the moment of birth
you move into focus
my eyes burn
at deformities
and jaundice
the way you gulp for air.
The cord is broken
blood sponged up
and wedding robes
are coarsely cut.
Some flannel wipes
the spittle from your chin.
Every orifice is plugged.
You lack a soul
and afterthoughts
just rot inside your skin.
Sprinkle scent
spread the shroud
count the mourners
bearing flowers.
You sink beneath
the weight of others
give or take
an occasional bump.
I’m already pregnant
once again.
Original
At the moment of birth
you move into focus
my eyes burn
at deformities
and jaundice
the way you gulp for air.
The cord is broke
and blood sponged up
the wedding robes
are coarsely cut.
Some flannel wipes
the spittle from your chin.
Every orifice is plugged.
You lack a soul
and afterthoughts
just rot inside your skin.
Sprinkle scent
spread the shroud
count the mourners
bearing flowers.
You sink beneath
the weight of others
give or take
an occasional bump.
I’m already pregnant
once again.
At the moment of birth
you move into focus
my eyes burn
at deformities
and jaundice
the way you gulp for air.
The cord is broken
blood sponged up
and wedding robes
are coarsely cut.
Some flannel wipes
the spittle from your chin.
Every orifice is plugged.
You lack a soul
and afterthoughts
just rot inside your skin.
Sprinkle scent
spread the shroud
count the mourners
bearing flowers.
You sink beneath
the weight of others
give or take
an occasional bump.
I’m already pregnant
once again.
Original
At the moment of birth
you move into focus
my eyes burn
at deformities
and jaundice
the way you gulp for air.
The cord is broke
and blood sponged up
the wedding robes
are coarsely cut.
Some flannel wipes
the spittle from your chin.
Every orifice is plugged.
You lack a soul
and afterthoughts
just rot inside your skin.
Sprinkle scent
spread the shroud
count the mourners
bearing flowers.
You sink beneath
the weight of others
give or take
an occasional bump.
I’m already pregnant
once again.
Before criticising a person try walking a mile in their shoes. Then when you do criticise that person, you are a mile away.... and you have their shoes.