six a.m.
By mscreant
six a.m. i can't sleep i can't eat i'm in love with child and he has gone now all i want to do is drink but i am not afforded that luxury so while he probably lies passed out drunk in his tiny efficiency apartment i sit up (in this place that seems too big now) worry filling my womb not crying anymore and trying to lay blame at someone's feet what didn't i give? what didn't i take? he is inside me almost breathing now oh baby, how i love you. Written April 28th, 2001 © on May 31 2001 01:21 AM PST 0 • 8
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