Proposal (Complicated Delivery) - Poem by Aria Siren
If I could
On a piece of paper torn
A bloody mass of ideas
Would be born
It wouldn't cry or plead
Just gasp a little for air
Naked and wiggling
Wouldn't mind if you stare
It's needs would be few
To bury its nose in the scent of you
To dream in the space you are standing
A new soul with no pride
Your hands to touch it when it's alone
Fluttering light catching in it's eyes
Balled up fists striking at the unknown
This fragile idea I nurse
Praying that the delivery be brisk
Should I give it a chance-this unborn verse?
Or does too much lay at risk?
Visions of an innocent's death
Cold ribs with no heartbeat to hear
A cord wrapped around it's neck
A fetus gagging on fear.
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