Gelatin over my eyes
My lids refusing to rise
Warm in my skintight room
Ashamed and bare in womb
Legs refuse to stretch
Fingers unable to etch
Floating headfirst in this space
Curious if I have a face
Seconds ago I was nil
But forgetting a little pill
I’ll be thrown into defective air
Without true parents there

03/07/2009

Posted on 03/07/2009
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