wake

This poem is about abortion.

lines in tattered shoes and old coats

the smell of dust and latex in the air

a cautious breathing and lonely cough

let me clasp my hands tight enough

to see the veins and 

crack the bones

let my flesh turn blue

and my red tongue hang

to spout such pitiful excuses

on ashen faces

to justify murder

Reviews

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I wish there were a like button I could push because I would push it several times on this one.

[donovanxdixon]

Thank you for always being so supporting of my lame-a*s poetry, it rules and I hope I can write as well as you do one day.

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I'm your number one fan forever because it's beautiful-a*s poetry. And I am a tiny baby in writing, I hope you'll be much better than that DONOVAN

[donovanxdixon]

Shut up! You are too nice to me and way too modest. Your poetry kicks ASSSSS

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THAT OLD MAN ON MY SWEETLY ONE THINKS OTHERWISE

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Screw writing wanna beat him up?

[donovanxdixon]

HELL YEAH.
"Angry writer's beat old man senseless" POETIC JUSTICE SERVED

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NOW LET'S WRITE ABOUT IT HXC