The Womb Man
In a world of crumpled paper
And water colour skies
Mountains of cotton fields
And bands that improvise
Lived a long stilted lady
Who’s siblings had all caved
To the whispering winds
And the muttering waves
She had fallen underneath the rubble
From the crashing gravestones
She found the day care centers
Stayed all night and called it home.
Soon her thoughts blotted ink
Smeared on pages of lined blank
And like a tortured animal
Had only death to thank
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Lonely Cat Anthology
PoetryAn anthology of pieces about LAZ0RZ to love, cats to insanity and whatever else my mind wishes to leak.
