Alright, a friend asked me to write a poem about my stomach - but I like sharing my writing here too(warning: it's rather black and personal)...so here it is:
Stomach
And even when they said you weren’t there,
I could see you,
I heard.
You,
I wanted to stop you from growing and life
stopped instead.
And even when they said you’d win in the end,
I tore out your eyes,
I silenced you. Now
I stand defeated,
Skeletal,
ineffectual.
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I probably don't have to tell you what it's about.
- Kal.
5 comments:
I...I don't know what to say.
Congratualtions Kalinka, you've rendered me speechless.
Marr Vell
Very nice. It's...differnt. I liked it.
good job kal its not from experince is it?
It sort of is Kylaia. Past experience though.
- Kal.
ohh im glad its past. One question why? you dont have to awansere that.
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