Five pints of blood
Has been drawn from me
I've been thrown between two bumper cars back and dell collision
Is this suicide or an illusion
Oh no I think I have a contusion
Heads spinning
Breast feeling like I'm lactating for
Quadruplets
Drained all the energy
Has been sucked out of me by an inclusive portal
This can't be life !
My back my chest my uterus has been slaughtered with a knife
I'm delirious and weak can't even function properly can't even speak on the phone I knock out and wake up to the sound of contruction
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
