Her eyes filled up with water, her stomach slowly became filled with an unborn life, her words scattered, her mind shattered, shortage of breath, as she was trying to process the things her man had said. Because he doesn't remember the conversations about his father doing the same thing he's doing and how he hates him for it. Not only is her unknown life is going to be born, but going to be alone with no known father in presence, he'll be an unknown existence.
- J.N
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The beauty behind the madness.
PuisiPoetry about life, love & pain. Written by: - Jose Neri.
