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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.