Caked Children Who Split Uneven

fkoshk

It                            Was sickening, she thought,

 

 were it to be born, in heaven

even present of God; perhaps

but blankness awaits a child, children who make kids from touch, 

eating cream that curdles yet another

and another

 

         Another




  until endless cots are filled.

  • Author: fkoshk (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2023 02:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm tired, and who knows why, since I slept at least 12 hours last night. Joy.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    You asleep now? Erm, not while reading this, of course! lol.

    • fkoshk

      You'd be surprised how much I sleep all the time, man. Crazy what fatigue does to you, huh?



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