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MomThe night I conceived,Mom by PassionA
My secrets became unburied.
My inhibitions took physical form,
They suffocated the room we dwelled in
Like his lips, passionately damaging mine.
When his seed entered my womb,
It was false gratification.
We knew they would shrivel and die in my empty womb
Because I was the Grim Reaper.
Souls created inside of me
Only lived to die,
And the only thing I could birth
When he rolled over and drifted off to sleep,
I drifted into the shadows.
I allowed every monster to strip me of my tough flesh,
And listened as their sharp claws dug into the ground,
Releasing every bellowing secret into the air around us.
As he snored next to me,
It only enhanced the sound of digging.
They, of course, were digging after a frivolous cause
Because I was not a person of worth.
I remembered the prodigies inside of me.
They too were traveling to a worthless destination.
They would die as well, and I would birth their corpses.
I thought nothing of worth could come fr