She sits there
on the pavement
outside the door…
Her lonely perch
day after day
humming lost
tunes with
empty eyes
and a full womb
a syringe
by her side
And
I wonder…..
What games are played in the
hormone hungry
name of damp love
a chaotic fevered addiction
wounding love
as wombs are
torn apart
desecrated
and discarded…
And
the world
goes by
dropping a coin
for her
lonesome tune
As
she weeps
fondling her
syringe baby
by the road…
She sits there
on the pavement
outside the door…
3 comments:
This is starkly beautiful, Pinc! And so bleak...
Beautifully penned thoughts Pincushion!
loved this the first time i read it on pincushions own blog. still do. an awful insight into someone else's way of life.
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