Kali Billi

I don't want to die because I am still waiting to be born.

Monday, 2 May 2011

blood child

I bled today
Again.
You are still
Not formed
In my body
In my soul
You are a
Painful silence
I bled in tiny drops
And huge goblets
My cunt protests
Where are you?
Flesh of my flesh?
Blood of my blood?
Invade my womb
My spirit.
My woman
My seed
My child.
Posted by Kali Billi at 16:45

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