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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Other · #1212513
It is about teenage pregnancy... and the true horror of it.
Pick me up from here, dying broken,
Don’t wanna die a loner,
Share a cloud with a monkey,
Throwing stones at heaven,
Where’s my angel? You’ve left me behind,
And yet I’ve always prayed to find,
Here I go again a dyslexic romantic,
Everythings twisted and I never understand,
My Fingers smell of latex and nicotine,
An adolescent malady, premature dementia
There she walks again, a wreaked stride, lamed,
She’s Inhaled too much of summers bliss,
And overdose of merriment,
Ha! She’s so pretty rotting from the inside,
And I am like her… exactly the shame,
Mesmerised, defeated by her pheromones,
Her perfume draws me into the shadows,
She wants to, a craving for fluid exchange,
Clawing at me, I’m drawn in, a blood union
So we begin, some twisted dance of entanglement,
A natural ritual, passed down by glances alone,
It’s so silent in my mind, a call to no response,
Turn that down! I can’t feel me, hello? Hello?
We can’t stop, we’re dishevelled… a tragedy
Turn back, turn back, oh, no, why my god?
Too late, a spillage, tadpole injector,
Something apart from me, broke inside,
Breathless, yet it finally impacts, we eventually think,
In a pile, amongst the trash, human wastages,
Staring at cursed stars, a distorted reality,
Laid before us, the stench of our sins and illness,
And I can’t deny it, inside she’ll grow,
Nine months embryo bud till bloom, she shall blossom.

A wrong smile, a disease, self inflicted burden,
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