I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

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This is to white, the windows are too high

I need air to breath, god this cage is closing in on me

I feel it though

I see it in the corner

Lurking

Waiting

I hear it breathing, I know I'm mad

Absolute bunkers

I'm over my head

But please explain to me, why my dad wife is calling me?

She's suppose to be dead

I hacked her in two and cooked her

With the left over stew

I fed it to our child who was no more then 2

So please Doctor explain to me why my dead

Wife is calling me?