Brimelow

Sacrifice

With scissors in pocket,
I walked to the park,
The first cut was the hardest.

I have to apologise,
but I need you,
to show them what you can do.

I promise that water awaits
in a jug in my living room,
as you consider your fate
in this plastic bag of sacrifice.

I promise that a seat belt awaits
in my car in the morning.
You will be safe.
You will be embraced.

I can’t wait for them to meet you;
it will be a bit like an interview.
They will pick you just like I did,
and you will have good fun,
nestled in the arms of someone;
finally the centre of attention.

It turns out your fate is to donate
a love and a taste,
for your children twelve times removed.

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    reminiscent of ed sheeran's 'small bump' song, for me
    not in content only, but feel and flow
    not sure of the context so I'm sorry if I'm way off with my interpretation..
    a good read, thanks for sharing



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