Saturday, 30 March 2013


I dreamed I was shot at
But didn’t die
The next night
There was a corpse
It wasn’t  mine
Something died that night though
Someone even
A part of me
And while that dead body
Was lying in the morgue
I was thinking of procreation
Even celebration
Of creating new life
Now I’m pregnant
With a new me
And can’t wait to see
What kind of person
I will turn out to be