Poetry Poisoned Placenta

[Hannah Capps]

Walking on ice, can I get this right?
One step at a time.
Pieces of you leak into my mind.
Can't you leave me alone?

Torn mother, children full-term.
Clenched jaws while vile, upturned.

Tender the foot that rushes to eat.
Bloodlust for bone-crusted meat.

No different-murder-rape,
Countless lives lost to hate.

What's the going rate for death these days?
Abortuary's violet haze.

 

[shabih]

let me get it straight, You're a mother with kids?

 

[Hannah Capps]

let me get it straight, You're a mother with kids?

One of the bravest things is fearless expression despite the fallout...thanks for your feedback...

 

[shabih]

where u from

 

[shabih]

switzerland?

 

[Hannah Capps]

So that's an odd question regarding poetry...kind of creepy...

 

[shabih]

yes

 

[shabih]

By the way, is that your real picture?