I was hesitant to read this tonight because it is 4AM and I really should get to sleep, but I accidentally clicked and figured it was short enough to merit a review now.
My first reaction is that this poem met haiku in a back alley and told it to f**k off. I am intrigued by the concept of suicidal birth. I think that's probably a good description for how I am going to feel in a couple of hours when I wake up to go to work.
Yay, John, you got it! Yeah, basically, that's what I was trying to say. There's also another meaning, more 'dramatic', but one of the meanings is perfectly described in your words.
Holy s**t! This was a slap in the senses. My take on this is: the polluted earth is a slow suicide for the newly born. Let me know if I'm remotely close.
I was hesitant to read this tonight because it is 4AM and I really should get to sleep, but I accidentally clicked and figured it was short enough to merit a review now.
My first reaction is that this poem met haiku in a back alley and told it to f**k off. I am intrigued by the concept of suicidal birth. I think that's probably a good description for how I am going to feel in a couple of hours when I wake up to go to work.
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