Great poem.

Morbid and macabre horror - I could just eat this up.

Something bunches up in me as I read this. I love it too much.

The horrors of waking up as a man and ending the day as a woman in labor is enough to make me want to cry.

This almost reminds me of a bad day, when you wake up and know ** is going to happen and then it does and it all comes back full circle at the end of the day and all you want to do is a find a sharp object.

Amazing... morbidly tasty.

For some reason, I absolutely adore this.

Very interesting. A little odd, but that's what makes it all the more intriguing.

O_O