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Baby Spreads Like Ink

a girl's nightmare, a woman's daydream

By Kalina IsolinePublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Original Artwork by Kalina Isoline

There is a viridian green, alien sized hole in you

shaped like the opposite of childhood


denser every day, of course


glimmers only in the light.

If she’s here, and you know she is

where are your own precious organs?

that baby spreads like ink, that baby never thinks

she’ll make it hers forever

when she slips out of a mother and into a world.

Have you wasted it?
That big gift

your innocence, your ignorance

which mostly resembled a storm.

You believe there is little to learn from the young about love

yet heaven is tragic because it’s clear they don’t have parties.

Wake up now or grow up soon, babies don't raise babies.

surreal poetry
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Kalina Isoline

New York

writer/designer

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