isolation baby desperation child

Isolation baby desperation child

We met at the mouth

Under an envelope of envy

She whispered, “have your way”

Only youth kept me from obliging


Undeterred, she crawled upstairs

Now the smell of dew and bare ass

Bad things happen at the right moments

This one was no different

So I hugged her and said it would be alright


We cowered under a torn blanket

Long enough to simmer in sin

Then I suggested I drive her home

In the car she asked if I loved her

I just stared ahead


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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