the fruit of a barren mother
is the pungent-sweet smell of eggs laid to rest
their little souls in limbo
she’d hoped for a better fate for them
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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March 19, 2012 at 9:36 pm
slpmartin
A tone of dark sadness to this one…it cuts deep into the soul.