Poemesque

Another day I sit and stare at a screen
It seems to be infinitively blank
I let nicotine soar through my system
As words pour out of my fingertips onto the blank
technologic sheet
The doll I hold close to my heart does not breath
And I steady my hands as I clench the lifeless thing
In the next moment I am holding flesh and blood
Not a being caked in blood, but a breathing, healthy child
A small head rests in the crook of my arm
My breath and heart beat become in time with hers
A flicker of hope is allowed in what feels like
These old rotting eyes
A perchance at a family
At something somewhat norm.
Take the love for Baby Doe and release it into these childrens veins
They accept as a recovering addict accepts their deepest and most vile pleasure once again
I hold tight to the babes
I will not allow the world to be as cruel to them as it was to I
They will be taught and cautioned of what may lay ahead
And I shall sleep easy knowing I might have helped them last another day


It has been a while since I have written anything. It feels good to release this built up emotions. Please accept this.

Love
Imp