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A feeling of rage
Within a lactating form
A vison of maternal bliss
The blood is boiling to a simmering hiss

I suckle the child
with an anguished cry
Too wretched to live
..Too bitter to die

A body once desired
Now serves to repel
Angry red scars
Replaced proud swell

I turned to him
Who has made me this
I silently rage
Against masculine bliss

I shall tear him up
And make him a womb
and he will share
My inevitable doom





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nickykens This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 12, 2012 at 8:26 pm
Scary... but good?  I still feel torn.  I didn't like it at first.  And then I read the lines "Too wretched to live / ..Too bitter to die" and I loved it.  And then it kinda just stayed neutral from there.  But overall I liked it.  So yay.  Good job.
 
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