Umbilical · The Art of Poetry

Umbilical

Mother

I’m braided out, faded out

From your emotional distention

I turn to my empty corner, it’s just me

And my former skeleton, the ash

Tired of clawing for your attention

Meanwhile you parade so proudly your Perfect Person sash

And indeed I acknowledge my imperfections

But having come straight from your body,

I expected more than this half assed connection

Truthfully I’ve already lit the match, so

We are complete

And I have locked the fucking latch

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Umbilical

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