Of placenta and fingertips
a sick combination
Verbal belt-buckles
Re-enacting and relishing
Melodrama and angst

I am so tired of

Placenta,

Your

Afterbirth

Tastes strange as you feed it
Through the gaps in my teeth
Licking at my love-hearts
Pinned against my chest
Breast, pinned and promptly
Displayed; I'm another doll
A buttefly pinned to taboos and
Sexual desires
For one time, my friend

Am I not allowed to be

Tired of your

Afterbirth

The climax of your anticlimax

Breathe with me,
Foetus
Is this not a near-life experience?