what is this strange fruit that oozes from my womb hot lava tears blackened by clenched fists full of loss
between thighs grief swells pain throbs longing to be pounded away
dead the screams
awaken the dreams
shove the earth inside and still an emptiness will remain
murder it again and again
i will find a way back eventually
until then
even u will do me good just to stab at this hysteric filled rind of the strangest kind of fruit until it ripens and relieves me of its stench and weight.
Slivers of "hurt" / "pain" are laced thru~out ^this^ pCe.
I "always" like your writings -- *No Doubt* -- but the more I read ^this^ -- the more it hurts.
*Tear~fully Nice*
Beautiful Baby BTW ...
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
4. "i think you're one of the writers on here" In response to Reply # 0
who truly pays attention (or so it seems) to your line breaks...
a steady flow can always be found in everything you post.
until then
even u will do me good just to stab at this hysteric filled rind of the strangest kind of fruit until it ripens and relieves me of its stench and weight.
i like this alot but for real is this an abortion? I am moved deeply by the impplications but the fact that women experience so many forms of strange fruit and bare so much burden unseen the man in me does not want to assume I overstand
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder