Sunday, February 14, 2010

The weeping womb

Passionate days, passionate nights,
week long, month long intercourses
and thus I was born.

Joyous, he welcomed me,
nourishing and nurturing me
dutifully in his womb.

But times, they changed.

Infidel, he began sinning with a vamp,
falling prey to her trap.
Now, impregnated into the same womb
is their offspring.
Feasting on his unlimited supplies,
the new one grins at me as I starve.
Choking me, he whispers into my ears,
'to thwart you and abort you am I here,
farewell you silly dream... my name's fear'.