Scarlet BabyI made a baby she burned like fire coming through
The midwife’s hands grew with blood
Death peered around the corner begging me to touch her
I ate the placenta Like an omelet
I buried a gloom beneath the lemon tree
Now I have a shield It burns like ice
A man and his swords with their shiny shafts stands at the gate
My skin will not stretch releasing scars
My nipples will not be bitten raw by a boy with tiny teeth
My breasts will not burst with magic milk
I will not feel the horrifying love of mother
I ate the placenta like an omelet Melissa Hansen lives in San Francisco. You can visit her online at MySpace
Last update : 04-10-2007 05:07
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