Slow Birth


My red ribbon’s soaked with

Success my baby is born life 

Won’t wait at heavens gate it 

Burns I tear your sleep with

Long white fingers bless my 

Stupid mouth. You’re just another 

Nail in my house. It’s been a slow

Birth red blood slow birth. I see 

Her face in the garden planting 

A white rose it casts a seed it 

Turns the latch it grows. I 

Keep my wires under the glass to

Blink my evil eye. I drown 

The cross and send it down 

Bone dry who will rock the 

Cradle when my hands are 

Forced to lie my ego sinks

My gate is slight I die


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