Maybe she wrote
Heard the one about instagram being cocaine delivery service ?
Nah! I just go for the pictures, personally but the deep dark web -hides
mews of creatures -deep- internally.
My world luxed out with a sunny day.
A line scented with silver
made for an olfactory disguise – remnants of rotting fish odor .
Murdered a child – fetus borne out of a reflux screaming match.
Woke up alive -bloated tummy and a 5 month walking nightmare-
It’s a boy – he secreted into every orifice
Allowed insanity to become my better face.
Overdosed on affirmations
never have regrets
Turned around and married a man likened to the son of god
Fallen angel -I am
The humor isn’t lost.
Lets do a rewind – I’m allowing requests.
Here I am typing…
writing – spouting off words
Maybe one day it will all make sense.
Posted on Jun 5, 2018, in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, female empowerment, poems, POETRY, Stream of consciousness, stream of consciousness poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.