A Misbirth
Silently lying on a dirty berth,
Her choice
Passive voice,
Her whispering Joyce,
His father's name, the toys
Are everywhere, moist
Cough, no hoist
Can take her out and foist
Her into life, she's lost,
Ghost,
Cursed,
Emergency's coming, the worst
That can ever happen came first,
She can't satisfy her thirst,
The dead body's lying crossed,
Frost
Is what she feared for most,
Adios
On the cost
She'll bury the small misbirth
To be caressed by the birds.
Any words?
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Thank you for reading
Anastasia
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