Flesh-Doh Poem by Luke Ski

We end up in unlikely place
I carried on being a burden
You've cut me off and let me
Free flash from lights - -

You raised your palm up
Meaning thank you I think
Of all the time you've wasted
On trying to win me back

While brewing hate - - now
Nothing's different I replaced
Number one with number two
And number two with number

Three and a half since she's
Pregnant yet drained of empathy
Yet in love and awe still compelled
Not to terminate relationships

Living within the realm of possibility
One must believe nothing is certain
Still dreading birth gasping for air
Trumps any of my attempts to flee

So I stayed