Bleeding past

The bane of my life, the torment of my soul
Little lives dripping through my world
Contaminating me, hurting me, loathing me
Forcing me deeper into a pit of profound black

You child are my anguish, my aggression, my fear
You child are the insult of my existence
The agonising salt in my proverbial wound
You child are my profound pit of black

You are my teething
All the blood, pus and pain that I experience
Is you


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