pregnancy

translated by PLS

cigarettes, alcohol, rave. sometimes cocaine.

i bend my back, abdomen. pains arrive in tides

damn

i’m pregnant with your child

it sucks the few nutrients out of my life

scarily wakes the mother in me

but all this, was because that day

i revealed to you

my most beautiful scar.

you didn’t say a word, with a sad look

unlocking the door of love in me

a despondent man, who takes pride solely in suffering

an outcast. and then you left.

but it bears the continuation of your desire

destroying me

love can be so small and fragile

even if born from

an insignificant

coincidence