Death and Babies

Talking bodies, praying lips.

She is sad about the lady, or perhaps the baby she killed, and to mourn, she shaves her hair.

She buried her baby in the toilet

Daily she feeds him salt and waited till he was gone

She named her peter.

Now she wants her hair to grow

Guilt is bitter, why taste it?

His daddy is a nurse.

He doesn’t know about her baby, he is happy she killed peter.

Death will come for me, tonight or tomorrow

I will sleep naked and death will pass.

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