Breasts Feeding A Medical Condition Poem by James McLain

Latter after she removes the first bandage.
Like a large bore barrel shot gun blast.
They the larva were pulled forth up and out.
One at a time from the past where her chest.
And among the many living scars that moved.
Before my eyes the very fact of these maggots.
I found that many of her struggles her breasts.
When moving any creative juices squeezed aside.
Occasionally these many are sightless cunning.
Simultaneously are those beneath out of sight
to the rift apart sewed together feed entirely.
Her drinking of that of which what needing milk.
First of all Romeo is the doctor, Juliet listen he said.
These larvae seated breed deep in your breasts.
Her fat of her chest,
from the tissue and the milk canal they are inseparable.
Rather than thinking of all the milk there outpouring.
Deep holes are there, she really said, 'Oh was surplussed.
Callous and carnivorousness lips of nature,
and even sour because of them my milk you have known.
What will you do when they are gone whom comes after?