Uterus
My uterus started crying
before lights abandoned me.
Blood seems to have died slowly,
and so does our mutual affection, honey.
Your voice is yelling so silently
it barely sounds like nothing
in the middle of nowhere,
the Lut desert, no oasis.
Pain, decay, suffering –
all guests to enjoy the party
every sensation but caring,
looking after each other,
looking forward to bad times enduring.
Each of them, they all arrive,
they gather, they await
for my very last act,
until the dreadful finale.
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