Saturday 30 March 2013

Resurrection


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

4 comments:

  1. What a wonderful imagination you have! I enjoyed this very much.

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  2. This is an utter delight with the double entendres all but revealing the truth in your words.

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  3. Oh!!! This is so rich and ripe. I love it!

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  4. Fantastic poem I especially love the last part =)

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