So, sex dreams and baby screams
The vivid portrayals of a childhood abound.
Wombs laid out with
Darkened, bloodied, dried blankets of our remorse.
You scratch yourself on the sinking ship of our dreams
Gouged out injuries
As you grasp at it endlessly, slipping into waves
Of tomorrows and todays.
Substance abuse carves carnal sins on fetus flesh
Ribbed and ripped as the toddler claws at her skirts.
Doing lines off the baby's crib she cries in nowheres
And he's around, for the fall.