wretch

i held my newborn
felt precious beat
asleep on my chest
curl of head and feet

an hour yesterday
then time was up
my heart’s gonna wretch
from this vomitous cup

my life is just waiting
the shifter’s in park
it’s non-stop WTF
this life with a narc

this is just a trickle
a wittle warpath,
beware the awakened
and justified empath

spirit b

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