think of pretty things (carwashxromance) wrote in intouchi,
think of pretty things

a gaint in its lair

unable to breathe i gasp for that last painful taste
streaching my arms towards a pregnant pause
a desolate abandoned womb attached with out contempt or empathy
a reply of uncertainty and confusion
unable to recognize a voice that i've had all along
she turns abruptly ignoring my pleed for help
a tasteless look with eyes i have never known
with only a belly, a womb brimming with warm liquid
unable to recognize the mother that once held me inside
i realize i have not lost anything, only the sound of a mummered heart beat
the soothing voice of a gaint in its lair
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