I would rather drink
A goblet of my own spit,
Carefully braid
The coarse hairs of my armpit.
Have a mucus mask
Slathered onto my hair,
File my toenails
To resemble a square.
Than, for one moment,
Rest my flesh made vessel.
Have the imp of my mind,
Give me ideas to wrestle.
Nothing brings me
Such unbearable disgust.
As focusing in
On my mind’s cloud of dust.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
By Catherine Nyomenda6 days ago in Writers
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If this article was written I Medium, I would have highlighted the flesh vessel line. Great imagery and another great poem by you.