2nd Trimester Poem by alexandre arnau

2nd Trimester

Rating: 4.6


soaked in her
hormonal rage
acid mouth and toxic
deliverance
she screams white noise
and throws rooms
from the top
of the stairs
safe in the knowledge
she bears a hot burning
seed

in the corner
i fold myself
into a frail origami
nightmare
i do my time
guilty of nothing
except needing
to be wanted

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alexandre arnau

alexandre arnau

new york city
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