Like Milk

#2

She was milk
warming
lovely
and spent.
She would endure
your children,
your share of mistakes,
your passing phase,
and forgive you
your nine skills.
Her womanhood extinguishes
with peevish forever
losing itself
in the rancid,
spoiled cream
on top of the milk.
Her stomach loose…like dead flesh.
Belongs.
Won’t last.

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