it is not even worth it anymore
listening to the iron thread
twisting itself inside my skull.
its not even worth it.
don't show her the light
you should have known,
and now she wants it,
more than you did.
don't show her the light.
don't listen to the womb screaming
in the morning and at night,
a wooohha woooh aa whooooo
has someone been a baaaad boy?
yes you haaaaveeee.
don't talk to my child that way,
my child is a person.
it's not even worth listening to
the iron thread
twisting its way inside and out
of the left side of my brain
because there is nothing
she can do
to stop it now.
1 comment:
very sad poem...
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