Life Adaptation ( A Collection)
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
658
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Nani Kore'
Horror mirrors, eclipsing vision, destruction is your own derision.
Lift your hand and put it on the pane; the monster inside shows it's face- and you won't be beautiful again.
Did you get enough?
Younger you are, the more you think, just as much as those scissors in the sink. The more you want, the less you feel and soon it's deep enough to fill your cup half full.
Did you get enough?
Focusing inside as you eat only two bites a day, two more tomorrow and you're craving something as your organs shrivel, but substinance makes you recoil; better to see some bone than flesh.
Did you get enough?
Enough, on the floor when the offender called you his whore; you wanted to feel, so you wanted a fuck. Its a rule of thumb, something you learned from mommy dearest, use your flesh to make amends.
Did you get enough?
Never a pretty little girl, so they gave you pills to make you well.
Never a pretty little girl, so they gave you poison and it all went well.
Never a pretty little brat who can't keep her mouth shut, or her mother happy, they pay so much to keep you alive, feeding your obtuse mouth; and secretly,secretly hating you for being born.
...A mistake in the backseat.
Did you get enough?
Was it enough to fill that hole, to make you stronger, to cure an ill, to help the sick, to feed the hungry, to bandage the wounded and abort the new mommy?
Was it enough?
Lift your hand and put it on the pane; the monster inside shows it's face- and you won't be beautiful again.
Did you get enough?
Younger you are, the more you think, just as much as those scissors in the sink. The more you want, the less you feel and soon it's deep enough to fill your cup half full.
Did you get enough?
Focusing inside as you eat only two bites a day, two more tomorrow and you're craving something as your organs shrivel, but substinance makes you recoil; better to see some bone than flesh.
Did you get enough?
Enough, on the floor when the offender called you his whore; you wanted to feel, so you wanted a fuck. Its a rule of thumb, something you learned from mommy dearest, use your flesh to make amends.
Did you get enough?
Never a pretty little girl, so they gave you pills to make you well.
Never a pretty little girl, so they gave you poison and it all went well.
Never a pretty little brat who can't keep her mouth shut, or her mother happy, they pay so much to keep you alive, feeding your obtuse mouth; and secretly,secretly hating you for being born.
...A mistake in the backseat.
Did you get enough?
Was it enough to fill that hole, to make you stronger, to cure an ill, to help the sick, to feed the hungry, to bandage the wounded and abort the new mommy?
Was it enough?