Postmortal Menstrual Secrete - Aborted Fetus

Make me shout out in pain

Bleeding piece of dead flesh

I don’t bear your fetus inside me anymore

Aren’t you feeling my uterine discharge?

Or you pretend that you don’t notice

Clots of blood

Which crawl of of the livid vagina

As a tired chain of outcast orphans from the

Burned down boarding school?

Did you ever see the condition of total estrangement?

Did you know outlaws?

Eternal mourning, perpetual depression

What for did you to necropolis

And desecrated the chaste corpse?

Your sperm spurted in the void

Like fireworks on a Christmas night

Having illuminated for a second the decadence of my existence

Eyes were open, the seed didn’t bear fruit

The worms eat splinters of my broken heart

Make me shout out in pain

In the endless nightmarish pollution of oblivion

The tears of my memory were stinking with repugnance for you