Torn New Born

Taken from a competition which I wrote a piece for


Cries wine
Drinks blood
Tears keep her alive
She's sensual
Morbid
Lethal
The pain helps her survive
Gore
Black
And blue
Ignores the cries
Of a mother's womb
Smoke wafts
Drunk drinking
Yet Alive
Barely Breathing

Enigmatic
Neurotic
And faded smiles
Stares
Shines
And cries
Unsure what to do
She shares them too
Distant memories
Dirty closet
A past so dark she almost lost it
Birth
Life
Pain
Rebirth
Stuck with disdain
Masked by shame
The source
Junior is his name

Bags packed
Door open
Been 2 months
Still ain't going
Heart torn
One side grieving
Other tasting freedom
Mommy can I have some milk?
Here, take my blood
And I can finally stop bleeding